TRUE LOVE MEETS CRUELTY
I DON’T UNDERSTAND, I SAID TO THE MASTER OF THE PLAN,
WHY DID THIS HAPPEN, AND SUCH CRUELTY AT THE END.
FULL OF WARMTH, LOVING ARMS AS HE BEDDED ME WITH SUCH PASSION
THE SEDUCTION OF NEEDS WAS HIS PLEA,
AS HE GUIDED ME INTO
HIS WANTS, HIS NEEDS.
ALWAYS THERE, TO LEND AN EAR
TO HELP ME TALK, OF ALL MY FEARS
UNDERSTANDING OF WHAT HAD BEEN
READY TO HELP FIX AND MEND.
THE TALKS, THE TIME WAS SUCH A JOY
I KNEW IN MY HEART, THE PLEASURE OF A FRIEND.
THE TIME HAD COME TO COMPLETE THE BEGINNING
WE WOULD MEET TO SEE IF WE COULD BE
ALL THAT WE HAD TALKED
ALL WE WANTED TO BE.
IT STARTED IN THE BEGINNING AS TRUE AS IT COULD BE, FOR ME TRUE LOVE HAD COME AGAIN.
SO HOW DO I HIDE IT, FROM A MAN, WHO DON’T WANT IT TO BE.
THIS COULD WORK, HE WOULD NEVER KNOW
BUT WITH TIME IT GREW AND STARTED TO SHOW
AND FROM EACH TOUCH IT STARTED TO GLOW.
HE KNEW, SO HE TRIED TO DEFUSE
BUT THE SEXUAL PASSION COULD NOT BE DENIED
AND NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED,
I COULD NO LONGER LIE.
IT WAS RIGHT, AS PASSIONATE AS IT SHOULD BE
THE MAKING OF LOVE, THE GIVING OF THEE
AND NO MATTER WHAT WE TRIED
WE WANTED TO BE.
AND FROM THE PASSION OF THE LOVE,
A CHILD WAS GIVEN, AND TAKEN AWAY; I WAS NOT FORGIVEN.
I FILLED OF JOY WHAT GOD HAD GIVEN ME,
HE FILLED OF FEAR OF WHAT WAS GOING TO BE
SO HE TURNED HIS BACK AND WALKED AWAY.
LEFT ME ALONE AND NOTHING MATTERED,
NOTHING TO SAY
HIS LIFE HAD BEEN SHATTERED, WHY WOULD I MATTER.
I’M NOW A PROBLEM THAT COULD DESTROY HIS LIFE,
NOT THE WOMAN WHO FULL FILLED HIS NEEDS.
NOW I’M THE WOMAN WHO COULD BRING HIM TO HIS KNEES.
ALL THAT I WAS, WAS LOST AND GONE
AND ALL THAT HE WAS, WAS JUST A FRAUD;
FOR NOW I KNEW THE PURPOSE OF ME.
WHEN OUR CHILD DIED, I DIED TO, BUT FOR HE,
HE WAS SET FREE. AND WHAT WE HAD
WOULD NEVER BE; TO MUCH LOST,
AND GOD, THE PAIN.
THE PAIN SO DEEP, THE HURT SO HARD AND THEN
I SNAPPED AND NOW I’M LOST
BUT DID HE CARE, NOT AT ALL.
THEN THE TRUTH OF WHY WE COULD NOT BE,
NOT BECAUSE I AM, THE OTHER WOMAN,
THIS COULD BE.
SO WHY NOW
AM I TO KNOW, THE COLOR I AM,
THE COLOR OF SKIN
IS WHAT HE FEARED ALL THE WAY TO,
THE END.
AS IF
THE DEATH OF OUR CHILD DIDN’T KILL ME
ENOUGH
WHAT PLEASURE DID HE GET,
WHAT CRUELTY
AND IT KILLED ME ALL THE WAY.
DEDICATED TO: THE FATHER OF MY SECOND CHILD/ JR
08/14/00