Hello Everyone! I thought that I might just share this silly lil’ poem with you all that I’ve written several years ago. I performed it at open mic, back in the day. I can’t actually remember what prompt me to write this poem but the people at the poetry spot really liked it. Let me know what you think.
He thinks that I don’t know
But I know
And I smile
As he ever-so-kindly hands me my hot cup of coffee
And he greets me in the morning with a soft kiss
With his arms holding me close to his heart
That’s the kind of joy
That you could never break apart.
You tickle me
Calling my house when you think I’m not home
And when I pick up
You hang up
Driving past our house with no headlights
Leaving notes on the windshield of my car
Do you honestly think you’re gonna get far?
Yeah you may have laid with my spouse
But I’m still the woman of the house
His wife
His foundation
His heart
His greatest sensation
You’re just a sad temptation
And it’s not that I don’t know what I’m doing with him
So don’t say that I can’t please him
But a heaux is a heaux
And if you’re willing to stay open
Like a 24-hour liquor store
Expect him to get a drink from time to time
But understand that you’re just a pit stop in a small town
While I’m the capital of his world
Little girl
You need to get a clue
Because he’s not leaving me for you
I’m the woman of the house
His wife
His foundation
His heart
His greatest sensation
And you’re in a no-win situation
But you wanna stick to him like flies to sh*t
But the ring you want, you will not get
And now you wanna roll your eyes
When you see me passing by
Brag to your friends
About sleeping with a married man
I know about his dirt
And I’m saying that it’s right
But he made me his wife
So while you’re holding your pillow tight
My husband is holding me at night
So think about that
Before you rely on childish antics
Ms. Puppet-On-A-String
He may give you things
Butter you up with sweet nothings
But I know it makes you sick
That you’re just his stand-by b*tch
And now you wanna get mad
Because his phase with you, didn’t last
And you flinch when he say, “We can’t do this anymore.”
Now you wanna settle the score
By knocking on my door
Ready to throw down
For a chance at my crown
But for a king who loves his queen, he doesn’t want my fists to swing
Because you’re just a play thing
And I’m his everything
I’m the woman of the house
Sonica
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