Poem #1: untitled

As you all know I ordered a new phone. Well it showed up at my office about an hour ago and before I make the big switch I was going through all the notes and vids and pics in my old phone and getting them out in case they ended up being useful. Idk if you all know, but I write A LOT. I write poems and all types of other yummy tidbits everyday. I can't really help it, things just pop into my head outta nowhere sometimes. I found this poem that I must have come up with on the bus or train cuz I can't think of any other reason why I would have had it in my phone. At first I didn't know wtf it was but after some reading I started remembering it and the idea and where it came from and what not. It's def a rough draft and could be better, but i have no plans to improve on it anytime soon so this is it for now. I think I'll post a bunch of my poems eventually...actually I'm going to put one of my friends favs up as soon as I'm done with this...I think I can recite it from memory. Anywho, here goes my first poetry post....Untitled

She cooked
She cleaned
She had his child
But that couldn’t stop him from being wild
Yeah he gave her rings
Lots of shiny things
But they didn’t make up for his late night flings
Or his mid day romps
Or the times
When his 9 to 5
Had him working late evenings
On trips for the weekend
She had all the material things a girl could ever want
But she’d give it all up for his love…

They could never be seen in the daytime together
And in the summer time they would pray for bad weather
For snow and rain storms
So they could sit in his car
And hold hands undetected
They’d never get reckless
Cuz he was Hispanic
And she was white
And in their parents’ eyes that shit wasn’t right
So they snuck out at night
And kept their secret by day
Making future plans to run away…

No one could love this hair
Or these eyes
Or this attitude
Or a body like mine
She spent her whole life saying things like that
Beating up on herself, cutting no type of slack
No man could love a girl with such miserable ways
So she’ll remain on her own throughout all of her days
Never let anyone close enough to say how pretty she was
She’ll leave this world the same way she came in…alone…


The moral for me?
Just let things be
It won’t always be perfect
And sometimes it hurts
But the shit could be worse
Like one sided
Condemned
Or I coulda just never met “him”

-Shaunie