Make Me Do Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Make Me Do



She cried tears of love for the one that violated the queen he calls her.

Attempting to reconcile his truth for her, his doctrine of love is her humiliation.

Condemning her intellectual habitation, he drowns her words with his domestic disturbance.

His citadel of hypocrisy surrounded her with fears of discolored eyes.

Taking her character of womanhood he places it beneath his turbulence acts.

Worthy of a throne of a queen she sits on the attitude of his hands that commands silence.

His sorcery of love ignites the darkness he held within himself.

His brotherhood descended on her sisterhood with the spirit of pharaoh for GOD's people.

Smiling in his love of abuse she conforms to his cartel of supply and demand.

Without direction of her comfort he praises her body with his corrective ways of lies.

Her life is facing his firing squad of complex hostility; his weakness of truth captured his mind.

The anchor of his love is holding her in the deepness of his night of terror.

You should have listened to me; why did you make me do this; I love you more than anything; why did you make me do this!


Written by Theodore Mosley
February 17,2017

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