Shady blues up in this house
crazy fumes filtrate this home…
A pathetic hue of disgrace sits up
in my sofa…
Pouting her mouth and rolling her eyes-
all day long as she rants
and whines about anything
Pathetic nagging that now
i’m accustomed to.
Fake hair, acrylic nails,
body enhancements replaced
the home budget and our problems
became the beauty shop’s business-
I can’t even walk to the store these days
without the constant giggles, sneers and jeers.
A loud, obnoxious, insecure daughter
of eve mocks this tirade show.
Haunts and harasses my female colleagues and friends-
always looking for trouble and insulting my integrity.
A sarcastic flavor compliments her plump shape and glow
– as she recites Lucille Clifton’s “Homage to my Hips”…
a colorful boast she needs- “These hips are big hips…”
A sway in my face, a loud jeer to my ego.
Yes, she put on weight- almost ratchet.
Dirty floors, nasty bathroom and kitchen-
and empty bags and packets of take-outs
are my embrace after a long day at work…
Cold lonely showers i often take-
and nights on the sofa to last.
Through all the insults and demands, i still oblige…
For a tough love i still cherish.
She used to prepare the best fried chicken-
serve it hot with vegetables and sweet wine-
A smile that was infectious and accentuated her beauty
Her laughter used to fill up the house
as she dedicated her time and energy
to keep it beautiful and neat.
She used to respect me, as her man and partner
Listen and confide in me-
she understood the man that i am
but now she questions everything that i do or say.
Sweet love we often made- pillow talks after dark-
waking up to the silhouette on her face
Fresh coffee and pancakes
Damn, i’m broken and almost nostalgic-
What happened to my woman?
My respectful, intelligent, loving,
kind and amazing woman and partner…
Who is this vile creature under this fake hair,
fake eye lashes, traces of silicone
on her body, the pathetic make up and all?
The rabid dog that talks back at me
Swears all the time- always sniffing
and taking a bottle of something…
I’m a tired man…
In search of fulfillment,
I’ve cried, yes. The tears of a tired man
bound by this shade of disgrace-
for the love, all for love, but now i want out…
To the world, watch me step
To the females, watch another good man step
To my fellas, you know i tried
To my family, support my cause- i am too young to die
Divorce papers, legal proceedings…
She can have everything, but this tired man.