“I am God”, said an asswipe.
Blew his horns, sounded from a pipe.
All you bloody did was see a shrink,
Who helped you get outside of hell’s brink.
Like a Jungle-man beating his chest,
You proclaim that you are the best.
You can walk on water,
Do things like in the gutter.
Make wine out of pee-pee,
Glamorous gold shit-shit.
Fucking whores on a schoolnight,
I’mma choke your windpipe.
Don’t mess with me, dickhead,
Might light fire to your fucking bed.
Dangles her baby,
Saying, here, take it.
I love you more,
Than I love the baby.
And you still sneer,
And say, fuck off.
You feel empty,
You were unhappy,
You selfish prick,
You had to fill the hole,
With my shattered soul?
You had to make yourself happy,
By making me feel crappy?
Yes, it’s true what they say. Money cannot buy you happiness. But it sure can buy you 5 star vacations and that’s about as happy as a grown-up can get. Sure, there’s the unhinged, unwavering, unwarranted happiness that is in a child. But that child grows up, in a society fret with problems. Problems created by grown-ups who build schools and colleges to help solve those problems. Talk about going in circles.
I have been on the planet over three decades and I can narrow down to two moments of sheer joy: one, when I married my now adulterous husband, and two, when I saw the man holding my baby in his arms. If that isn’t true love, I fail to see what is. And that same man denied me a hug a minute ago because “he needed some time apart”. I don’t even have any Valiums on me to counter that shrug. All I can do is whine to the world, where I know I am not even going to be heard. This man, he cheated, lied, and beat me up and blamed me for everything. I have started thinking that maybe I am the monster who torments someone so much they want to beat the shit out of them.
I have sobbed, slept on hotel floors, waited for a taxi at 2 in the morning because I was thrown out of the house, made to leave my child behind, been called a whore who can’t even sell her body for sex, and beaten up black and blue; why? Because I asked this person why he needed another woman in his life.
Five tequila shots down, I finally have the courage to share my story. I know there would be several women out there going through this and worse shit possible. If you are one of them, leave a message and the least we can do is give a metaphorical shoulder to cry upon. YES, face it, world! Women cry. They’re not being melodramatic, they’re just being real.
And if you are one of those wife-beaters, please, for the love of whatever you love, stop doing that, no matter how much she provokes you. You were born out of a woman. And just because someone annoys you or you are filled with rage, does not give you the right to hit a woman. Women are not the weaker sex. Women are the smarter sex. That’s why “housewives” is more common than “househusbands”. That’s right, we put our pedicured feet up and send the man to make money to buy us shoes.
In spite of everything, a woman would do anything in her power and beyond to protect her family. She is not just a mama bear to her sons and daughters. She’s mothering you as well, the “breadwinner”. She’s the glue that keeps it together; without her, everything would fall all over. RESPECT, mofos, RESPECT!
Uppers and downers,
Calmers and sleepers,
All gone from the cabinet,
No herbs, no chemicals,
One day rolled into another,
And another, blanketed by fog.
Tears have run dry,
There is no home.
Heartache and heart attack,
Can’t tell the difference.
Pain runs through the veins,
Blood dries through the rains.
Only wish, someone takes the knee,
When the last breathe dies.
In the waiting.
Pills like Nurse Jackie,
Chicken and rosemary,
Silver tooth glittering.
Shot glasses, lime wedges,
Shite music blaring.
Anxious and loving,
Caring and soothing,
Tossed out without thinking.
Anger and frustration,
Raging bitch manifestation.
Sleep now, little one.
Mama’s gotta be strong,
For you and them bones.
Breathe in, breathe out,
If it wasn’t for that drought,
There’d be water in the well,
And we’d kill the mademoiselle.
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