I HATE YOU

I HATE YOU!

I hate you!
I want you to have a ticking bomb in your brain
That explodes every time you see my face
I want your heart to shred with ever word I say
I want you to cry yourself to sleep every time you see an image of me
I want you to be my punching bag so I can give you my hardest hit & never worry about you hitting back.
I want you to be my slave making sure my every need is met.
I want you to look at me with desire & hope but never expect anything in return.
I want you to be the fool I’ve been

I hate you!
I hate you for the feelings you bring out of me
I want you to suffer
I want you to hurt
I want you to be knocked down to ground
I want you to look at yourself and feel unhappy
I want to you to drown in misery!
I want you to feel what you do to me!

i gave myself to him

I gave myself to him when I was eight
Yea I was young, but he didn’t care
You see I was one of those girls that develops early
Just because I was a virgin didn’t mean I was naïve
I knew he wasn’t one; I mean after all, He had my sister first;
That’s how he got to me, but that’s what made him special,
His experience; he had seen and felt it all
The pain, the passion, the pointlessness
I wanted him; I needed him; I had to have him

I gave myself to him when I was eight
Yea I was young, but he didn’t care
So I opened myself to him
And he, accepted the invitation
And gave me more than I could ask for
He reached my soul to the depth unimaginable
He unlocked my heart and released the pain and
Am not talking about the ache that a doctor
Can heal with surgery; I am talking about a cleansing
He came in and took over. He pushed out all the emotions
Hidden in the corners of my heart, he didn’t just finish there
He dug deeper till he found a treasure chest, I didn’t even know was there
And he opened it and He took his time as he pulled each treasure out, one by one
He didn’t want me just to see, but to look at each one carefully

I gave myself to him when I was eight
Yea I was young, but he didn’t care
He was more than a one night stand;
He gave me more than an intense sensation of pleasure or an orgasm
He gave me an image of myself, I never seen before; a voice to speak of the unspoken
I gave myself to Poetry when I was eight

 & once again I picked the pieces of my heart & became the next best thing to being his lover, I became his friend

Mother Earth is raped, neglected, abused and unappreciated by us. We never take the time to thank her but now she needs more than a thank you, she needs to be taken care of.