Thursday, April 24, 2014

Vicious Existence

She spends her nights alone
Often awake counting stars
The kids tucked safely away
Quietly she listens for his car
No horn blows; no doorbell rings
No headlights illuminate the
empty space beside her legs
He never returns & yet she keeps
longing & gazing at his side of the bed.

She walks with a swagger
Envied by those she's passed
Approaching; they're lost in her eyes
Departing; mesmerized by her ass
Legs long peeking from under a skirt
Shades hiding a spirit unsure of its worth
So she rushes home to a phone w/no rings
And she's alone another night it seems
He's with his wife and couldn't get away
Donning her big girl panties she fights another day.

She nurtures their kids and keeps him fed
He slumbers in peace; she cries in their bed
With the rising of the sun she starts anew
Taking care of her fam but dreams of her Boo
She walks through her day this man on her mind
She's missing Hubba's love while he's on his grind
Her Adonis feeds her inner whore and fans her flame
She makes love to her husband but moans his name.

She wants to kick it in her shoes
She wants to sing her blues
She wants to stop being used
She wants to not be abused
She wants to be her; live her life
She forever single and yearns to be wife
She's stayed married and wants to be free
She thinks she's on the B team; it's really C
And she is you and you is me.



A Vicious Existence is an Existence
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