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I Guess You Didn’t Mean

i know i’m not perfect, but how could you let her attack me

with her unfounded allegations and accusations, i was beaten

i guess you didn’t mean what you wrote in that poem ’bout me

“i will keep you from people, tears, and harm” what changes then?

i know i’m not perfect, but i never felt this way, so how could you

i thought we’ve agreed this is just between the two of us

but you hurt me, and you two took it all against me i was blue

you probably want some air out but look what it did to us?

i know it’s been a while, and i’m just tired; how could you

how could you let her attack and question me

and i just could imagine how you seemed so okay

now that she completely blew a hole in me

i know…

No, I am not undermining you lady precious. Only trying to figure out how many facets of you there are and how you managed to create heaven with each one of it. Remind yourself where you have started and where you have crawled to reach. I can read that story you haven’t uttered. Let the world know too. Comment if you like my way of conveying your “poetry”.

My mother .. another homemaker
Cried with joy
When she was informed
I was inside her
The ladies around
Made it sound
The load she carried
Will bad luck surround.
For her face glew
And let eyes lit
Sweating around
Yet calling herself fit
The symptoms evident
That I will arrive
My mother knew
I will live less and more survive
I am the gender they warn you about
They don't read poetry, they only shout.

Parents amazed, damned the world aside