The Brute And The Receptor Poem by Michael Eziudo

Help me, help me, she cries
And out of the house she runs
With swollen left eye
And bloodshot right eye
And nose and lips swollen and gushing blood
It's her husband
Dishing her sumptuous meal from his brutal pot
And she, a willing receptor keeps taking it
No, she can never have enough
She has sworn to it, no matter how tough
She had seen life so rough
Now she fears to go back

We all query why she won't go back
We say he is a brutal abuser
One who should rot in hell for hitting her
But tomorrow morning she crawls to him
And calls him sweetheart all in her whim
And we kill ourselves taking pain killer for her headache
Yes, her headache

She chose her path and doesn't now want to let go
Even with regrets? No, she won't let go
She had seen him which was made for her a long time ago
But she was too materialistic to look his way
She wanted him take care of her in every way
But capability eluded him for it wasn't time
He had his vision and template building to get to hisprime
He was becoming and needed her to come help him become
But she wanted a one that had already become

Little did she know
That already-made only would want her for the show
She'd have no part in his claims
He'd practically bought her for his use
And he alone must dictate the tunes
And any refusal calls for abuse
She stays put still for it's what she chose
She'd come too far to only lose
It's not this brute but his money she loves

What use are you to an already-made
He's strong and rich so you think you're made
He'll care for me
And give me pleasures and luxury and hospitality
But broke dude ain't worth the pain, there's no care and gain
You'd say again and again
But it's your wants that shut your eyes from his care
Yet, help him get made and see if you won't get all the care even security
And pleasure and luxury and hospitality and many more you'd meet
You were made for him a help-meet

Discover your purpose o woman
You were not created to suffer yes
But there's no gain without pain
Join with your man and together build each other
To what it is you want of each other
Does he have a vision and a template and a plan
Is he building an empire that leaves a picture on your mind of a mission
That's all the money you need for a start
And for both of you, there'll never be an up
It'll only be higher and higher far beyond the top
The universe is generous and kind
Would bring that of which it is we needed
Just don't shut your eyes to it
Chasing what it is you want
That in the end which may bring you tears

Make not yourself a victim or one in lieu
A brute has a receptor which mustn't be you
Yet all made men aren't a brute
Just that most men to their liabilities and opposers willdisplay attitudes of a brute