You don’t know whom you’re dealing with,
when you start to mess with me.
I’m your worst enemy, with me you’ll never be free.
I’ll chew you up, spit you out, never blink an eye.
You’ll crawl and you’ll beg, you will surely cry.
I’ll hit you and cut you, kick you in the groin
then call 911, the police emergency line.
To them I’ll say you hit me, push me to the ground.
My little jackass, those dumb cops will believe every sound.
I’ll wrap them around my finger and cry like a baby.
They will do whatever they can for sweet little me.
You see, I’m the weaker sex.
When the judge hears my story, to jail you go, I’m in my glory.
So run like a dog, fearful, confused knowing you’re
going to jail, maybe make the evening news.
My story believed by many except a few.
Who cares about them, they’ll never stand up for you.
You see, they are smart, the children they will not see
if they dare to confront me.
Their tongues will be silent like scared little lambs,
for fear the grandchildren may be taken out of their hands.
I’ll play them like puppets, your loyal family.
They know better than to deal with me.
The police will hunt you down wherever you go,
when they pick you up, maybe give you a few blows.
You dumb little ass, I’ll laugh in your face.
Next time, you better know your place.
I want to know wherever you’re going any time day or night.
The cell phone you carry always kept in your sight.
Never speak to any other woman, keep your head to the ground.
If I see you, I’ll break your F- crown.
I’m in control, I always will be.
With me you’re stuck, we have a family.
No problem just do what you’re told, all will fine,
Just remember, never step out-of-line.
They call me
Date: February 18/2007
This piece may seem absurd to you, but believe me it happens. The law stands with the woman. A loving caring father will
never walk away for fear of losing his children. To the men
that end up with these crazy ladies, you must find a way out.
To stay in a situation like this is very difficult for the children.
Seek counseling, do whatever it takes, you must walk away
before one of you breaks.
Believe me, these ladies exist, you may know one or two. Are
you the type that laughs when you see your friends bruises or
a cut between the eyes. It’s not a laughing matter, your friend
is suffering in silence for fear of telling his story, after-all he is
“THE MAN” and of course we all know, men don’t hurt, men
don’t cry and certainly men don’t feel. If you believe that then
you’re a fool.
Remember this is my opinion only, I’m not a psychiatrist, I’m
Just a loving grandmother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem