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