A NOTE FROM THE EAST

Red Rose

I received a note…
I don’t know whom it came from
All that was written on it read “From the east side of town”
Cupid hasn’t shot anyone for me there

…Or maybe I’m not aware of that yet
I opened it with glee
And found a rose seed
There was nothing more I could do
Nothing else to trace the recipient with

…So I made a decision
And put the seed in the ground
It started pushing through the soil beautifully
But I still didn’t know whom it had come from
Maybe love found a new way to come say “hi”
And with the rose, make me smile

…Every now and then, I hope for the one who sent me a rose flower inĀ  this form to show his face
But each day passes by and all I see is a growing red rose which came from the East side of town.

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TORTURE

Torture

I hold grudges with my heart

I am angry with my mind

I made a hasty decision

And now I’m paying the price

He has never been “the man”

Because he never owned up to responsibilities

He asked for favors with force

And always wanted things done at his beck and call

I’m like a fly in the home

Sometimes going unnoticed for months

I dread sleeping at night

Because it’s where the whole “uhms” n “ahs” are made with me tied to the bed

I never had a break from his manly stature

And each time he called from the bedroom, tears begin to roll down my cheeks

I have lived in constant fear of speaking up

Because wen I do, I’d either see a hand come my way

Or boots greeting me on the floor

I’m treated like a nobody

But to the outside world, I had it all

He saw nothing wrong with the whole thing

And actually thought there was more I could do to please him

I want it to come to an end

But letting go is not an option

Because, even through the pains

I’ve still come to realize that there’s nothing as a perfect man…anywhere. Continue reading