The Woman he couldn’t have. ( Rejection tales)

Pangs of rejection squeeze his insides

and choke him in his awakeness.

Blades pierced in the form of words like

a double edge sword; resonating with

her brutal honesty on the day she refused

any advances towards him like a black plague.

Turning him down, crashing his ego.



He didn’t expect the backlash because he

was used to getting any woman he wanted

using tricks and lies, constantly dishing out

the same tales to different women for

some honey.

Rejection came to him like a kick on his

nuts. Leaving him angry and full of hate.



Folding his face in disgust, lines of hate

protruding through his skin each time

she walked past him.

Memories of rejection still as fresh and

haunting him like a ghost through the night.

Mocking his carnal fort with each sway

each time he pauses to recall her walk away.

A cause for his restlessness.

A mystery carnal fortress he couldn’t conquer.

A woman he couldn’t have.



He couldn’t fathom how a woman could

turn down a man like him.

Insulting him and turning down all his offers.

Questioning his integrity and challenging him.

The woes of rejection pushed a nail through

his skull and made his head spin each

moment he thought of her.



Full of spite, he feigned a stiff upper lip and

built a condescending attitude to prove

something to his friends and keep scores.

Always sour graping and talking smack about her.

Concocted bar tales about a woman he dated

and dumped because she wasn’t good enough.

Marinated lies fed to vultures across the street

to shield the truth about his rejection and build

his self esteem.

Tarnishing her image, destroying her reputation

because of his weaknesses.

Quick to throw tantrums and make lame threats

whenever he sees her.

Showing irritation and disgust for a woman

he wanted but couldn’t have.



Closing his rigid mind to the fact that rejection

is a part of life and every woman has a choice,

tastes and preferences when it comes to dating

and saying “No” doesn’t mean hate.


A man still stuck up and whining about his

bruised ego.

Ranting about a woman he couldn’t have

like some sort of entitlement.

Get over yourself weak-ass dude, grow a pair

and learn to respect women you selfish man!

You can’t have every woman you want!


©FloetryC 2016




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, 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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