The Help ( Woman to Woman)

Do i stutter as i speak?
Perhaps not as fluent as you-

with a fortunate, modern rite of passage

now shown in your University degrees, Masters and more.
Fluency you’ve mastered in English-

a profession to show…all a blessing from academia.

Beauty now shaded with lines of Make-up,

expensive clothes and perfumes but

covered with a darker shade of stink.
I’m not Jealous, because I’m the help.

My glories dawned a few moons ago…

now printed on my skin with these scars.

Clumped through this point of destiny that

bleeds with distress from the way you treat me.

I’ll scrub your bath floor, pick up after your mess-

fix you and your husband a good meal,

take good care of your children,

do your laundry and whatever else you need

because I’m the help and just like your job, i get paid.

You can feed me with that disgusting look-

my blessings won’t grey because I’m woman.
With a beautiful sway, i can rock the room

a difference in us that only shows from

our Levels of Education and background…
An intelligence and passion to woo

and snug even your Husband.
I’m not trying to take your husband,

but I can. I’m just the help.

Facial Beauty fades over a certain period

but the inner bit that accentuates respect

builds and gets better with time
Passion often wanders in despair

with your attitude and can draw

you further from your Husband-
Causing his priorities and needs to change.

In turn, your needs and choices will dissipate in confusion

while his curiosity will be adequately sated.

A little gratitude and respect won’t hurt-
little kindness and tolerance won’t cause you wrinkles!
For even if you replace me with another,

the help will still mock your shadow and

one might succeed in taking your Husband.

There is not much difference between us-
Education, profession and background might separate us,

but You’re only Woman. I’m Woman and

just like you, I’m working to survive.
I’m the Help.

Now, can i get you a coffee?

mmm

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

4 thoughts on “The Help ( Woman to Woman)”

  1. I love this. I am strong believer in that Women should be uplifting Women regardless of socio-economics, education or race. We are each other’s most vicious bully.

    We are all the same!

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    1. Thanks for the compliment. I have actually read your poem on Miss UGLY. I loved the energy, depth of the poem…how you delved deep into the heart of miss ugly…and elevated her at the end- a woman with a beautiful heart is after all the most beautiful. I dropped a comment there too as Carolyne. Thanks for sharing. I appreciate.

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