Sitting here
Staring at a blank screen
The curser furiously blinking at me
Tauntingly saying
C’mon and write
Spill out your heart
With all your might
Tell me about your pathetic life
As I document all that you write
Of your depressingly, lonely, heart
And indecisive mind
And daddy holding back the hands of time
Struggling with the reins of womanhood
I’ll sit back retelling your “wished you shoulda-coulda-wouldas”
Laughing with my fellow brothas and sistas (letters and text)
How much more pathetic can you get?
Well, I’m not gonna let ‘em get away with that
See, I got no more sob stories to tell
I’m sick and I’m tired of my feeble self
I’m singing a new song
I am strong
I will hold on
I don’t need a man to tell me what I’m worth
That’s it. I’m done doing all the work
It’s time I found someone to cater to me
I am woman.
Woman I’ll be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another hit.....Bravo! ! !