pen and paper
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
human
with missions to complete in between.
From the meeting
of a man's seed to her rich womb,
I sprang solidifying the potential stored from within them,
passed on to me.
Possibly her proudest accomplishment.
As for him, the beginning of a head strong nation.
Looking back, borne unsupported.
She the queen, he the court jester
for his offer of love and commitment was the pre-eminent joke
played against my life, dancing upon her tender feelings.
But as natural as leadership is to a queen
she buckled down and followed through.
For ten years she put up with his
bold face lies, with cries of neglect.
As if his rights were being cast aside,
when all the while he chose not to exercise them.
He chose not to keep promises, while she chose not to disappoint me.
He chose not to do more than a birthday card,
while she chose to celebrate me everyday of the week.
He chose to be a distant, far away memory,
while she chose to be ever present.
To think he proclaims to loath liars,
how odd he's one of them.
King of lies, jester to truth.
Threatening to confiscate
what isn't his to take in the first place.
Me, a prize to him.
Treasure to repay her nonexistent debt.
A debt, had it actually been truth,
would have named her to be the collector.
Deceitful bastard, void of compassion, of own responsibilities.
What of my destiny?
Slave or whipping boy?
How about both.
Devoid of sufficient mental and emotional nourishment,
my spirit breaks not, but weathers on.
Remember, I am the potential
formed from her, in her
and the time has come to be kinetic.
posted by *LadieFire* at 1:23 AM
1 Comments:
I hear you. You have a great ability to express the heavy stuff in a very clear way! I love all your pictures! They make the blog look really professional!
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