Monday Afternoon - Poem by Ayanna Love
Sit and look out thee window on a Monday afternoon, why have I been hurt and why so soon? Am I too nice or am I just really gullible? Am I really cute or just acceptable? Why do I get played, lied to and cheated on? Why do I get disrespected and hitted on? why can't I see threw the lies, plays and the deceit? I need to put my hands up & my feet down, stand up for my morals and forget about these clowns. carry myself like a young lady, and later become a queen, so that I can later find my king and cater to his needs. These things are hard, harder than it seem. Today is where the games stop and what I did in the past seize. Putting myself first and stop getting hurt I have to live for me.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about Monday Afternoon by Ayanna Love
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You