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The Woman of the House

Posted on the 14 March 2014 by Sonica Jackson @sonicajackson

The Woman of the House

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


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