Inside the Heart of a Woman Called me all sorts of derogatory names But he still loved on me. Shamed to be with me in public But he still loved on me. Said I was no good But he still loved on me. Said that no man would ever want me But he still loved on me. Laughed at the color of my skin But he still loved on me. Said that I was not his type But he still loved on me. Criticized the shape of my thighs and the sag in my breast But he still loved on me. Talked about the kinks in my hair But he still loved on me. Always complained about the food that I made But he still loved on me. Never satisfied with the love and sacrifices that I made But he still loved on me. When she put him out I still let him love on me. He loved on me and loved on me and loved on me Until I was bare. How could I let him love on me? Because I had forgotten to love on myself I had forgotten that my name is beautiful. I had forgotten my true worth; The value of my breast, my thighs; And my mind… kinky hair and all. I had forgotten about his dreams That I helped birth into the world. I had forgotten how I had been his anchor below; His strong leveled foundation And his sky above For him to aspire to reach I had forgotten how I had given him the strength My strength to climb out of his pit of despair. And when I had finally remembered, I then realized It was his insecurities His shallowness His imperfections The smallness of his manhood That he did not want me to see, But I did see And I loved him in spite of unconditionally Although he was unworthy of my love, And he rejected me So I no longer let him love on me Written by Curtis Wright
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 02:19:22 +0000
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