Trophy Wife.

“Baby girl, all you got to do is stay pretty,

say nothing. Make me look good”. He says.

Her insides are churned up in an inner turmoil.

Juggling in between perfection, respect and

self worth. She caresses Vanity instead of dignity.

Polished to perfection and well placed on the shelf.

Her life is like a movie, she is the star imitating the

seasonal decorations, taking up the spot of a garden

gnome in a home to be looked at and admired.

The perfect house wife to a rich, powerful male.

Carefully situated to be seen but not heard.

Accentuated with long perfectly manicured finger

nails, perfect body and pretty face, she doesn’t

need to cook, do laundry or clean but always look

absolutely her best. She is an investment, so he

protects her like his business assets.

Enabling cosmetic surgeries, and decadence.

Beauty most sufficient for high end parties and

expensive events. Fake smiles embroidered in

public for a perfect marriage. She sets the stage

for a performance. Embracing the look of a

princess on the steeple. Hanging on his hand,

always ready to be paraded around. His favorite

muse by the sidewalk, a prize most sufficient.

Playing the role of a trophy mother to children

she seldom sees. Buying time with rich friends

and indulging in luxuries. A little primping to stash

her up on the shelf, a setting pedestal she stands.

She was not sought because she is smart.

“Blonde” provided the satisfaction he needed.

A perfect setting for someone he can control.

Flowers and expensive gifts provided a cover up.

Vacations and dinners to buy affection.

Money to please, money to keep his trophy wife happy.

He had been married before, divorced a few times.

Caught up with societal perception, image and maintaining

a certain reputation among the business community.

A flawless beauty to impress his colleagues and associates,

he only needs her to look pretty, smile and stay quiet.

He encourages more looks instead of books.

She doesn’t need a job, he got her covered.

Quick to embarrass and scold her in public.

Her opinions and thoughts are never considered.

He treats her like a fool and plays cool.

More opportunities to enhance her face and body.

A smack on her butt for some motivation.

She is after all his trophy, his favorite achievement.

A trophy wife he likes to show off when convenient.

©FloetryC 2015

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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 “Trophy Wife.”

      1. Wow… yes you can. Somehow you got my mind all cracking on the perception of a “trophy man”… though in all aspects, that would make him more equivalent to a toy boy. What do you think? Actually more than just an object of satisfaction but some sort of dummy medal. Also well polished…

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