The wicked ole man slid into my life.
He stole my heart ten times over.
He came undetected,
bearing many gifts,
gifts that stole my heart and locked it in a box.
I was swept off my feet by his charming eyes; his mean look
sent shivers over my body.
I had plans for him.
Plans to make him mine.
Plans to make him smile.
But all the while I was just a rock in his path,
a paper towel to be trashed.
I was just a body with no mind,
a thing,
an animal,
a woman, a woman,
a woman men despise,
a woman
men misused,
a woman
set aside.
For days I cried for him
for weeks I watched his picture
but in the end
I knew
he was missing out
because I am a woman,
a gift from GOD almighty.
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