Part II Spoken Word Namibia
He... Yes,
it always had to be a male who was either too mentally challenged to realize
your true potential before it was too late
Or, too self
absorbed to ever care about your fragile little heart
Or, too
strong to ever let himself feel an emotional connection to you
Or,
Or what?
What other
excuse is one to put in place to protect these men who are so ruthless and couldn't give a shit about the hearts they break?
Oh, I sound
angry huh? Go ahead and call me an angry black woman, for that label has long worn
out like your inability to keep your pants zipped up long enough to conquer the
woman you seek. See, we have heard far too many cries from men crying foul or
simply making empty promises. I am not about to count how many times I have
heard the words,
“I am different and I am not like other guys”
or “I have been waiting for a woman like you to change my perspective on love”,
yet those statements are followed by the oh so popular “BRB, be right back
never to return again” or the “LOL, laugh out loud, I really don’t know what to
say to that” or “ It’s not you, it’s me”
My hardened heart, which will easily open up
to a man that pursues it without the fear of endless possibility of hurt. That
a man will not run for the nearest hill at the mention of my deceived heart.
Now men.
Before you tell me that not all men are the
same. Let me ask you this question, “How many hearts have you broken?”
See, the
anger is not derived so much from the hurt as it is the inconsideration for another
human being. See, the want to understand, “what is wrong with me?” did not come
on a crystal clear Sunday morning, but it came on a day when thunder was grasping
at the little light left with in me. It’s the similar story of many women and
in the somewhat rare case men, who can relate to broken promises, missiles
thrown at their hearts and a cascade of lies.
Now I need
to say this, but forgive me and lead me never into darkness ever again.
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