A Broken man.

A Broken Man.

Surges fill my Poetic needs as i close

through these rhythmic blues now

crimsoned with this skin of butter scotch hue.

Loving a broken man is a struggle;

through his actions and words there

is a power embroidered in his brain

reminding him of the past struggles

as he fought his way to attain freedom.
A seething character through his deeds;

a personality that exudes confidence

now a profession through his own arrogance.
Loving a broken man requires hard work.

A curvy hue often has to prove her love for him,

constantly struggle to understand his ways,

require his time and attention

like a closed battle of endurance.
Through his perception, he seeks loyalty

as he waits for trust before he gets

the pum pum with disdain; unaware that

trepidation is one of life’s ways.

Listening to a broken man’s confession after

months of lies and oppression is pathetic.
His words just flowing like a poetry session

through the floetic midnight passion.
A smear image with misconceptions and

lies with each word he says.

An attitude he has embraced over the years,

a hesitation to life’s givings embalmed with

trust issues- going somewhere, looking for something.

He always has a need to find himself.

But still through the spirals of life-

dynamics of love, he gives the best loving almost

for awhile…momentarily till he loses his mind
and lays hypnotized for awhile.
This time, with more sheer thoughts and fears

a confusion he embraces- afraid of what he feels,

creating a distance of sorts.

Loving a broken man is easy if it’s a soul that

understands why he’s man and knows the importance

of self healing, growth and forgiveness – not afraid of

his feelings and emotions- aware of his surroundings

and purpose in strength- an intelligence that is caressed

with good character and personality, empathy.

A man who knows his purpose and understands

the importance of being a man and the responsibilities

that come with it.

Picking the broken pieces, rebuilding himself-

Not afraid to rise, much stronger this time.

A man, once broken – fixed.


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.

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