Her Mistakes

He thinks she’s like the one who hurt him.

He thinks that all women are the same.


Pain blinded him and made him lose his insight.

Pain clouded his judgment and a good woman

braved his scolding and flogging.

Crashing her spirit, and softly killing her inside.

He made her pay for the mistakes of another woman.




He got lost in pain and became the man his father

warned him about, the woman his mother despised.

A bad boy, running the town with a stone face like a

wounded animal, disrespecting and stringing different

women a long –playing them like a game of cards and

hurting a loyal woman.

Echoes resonating with the silent sobs of his mother

haunting him each time he mistreated his woman

because of another woman’s mistakes.



She broke his heart when she constantly lied and

cheated. Using alibis to take advantage of his love

and kindness.

Talking smack about him to whoever cared to listen.

He couldn’t even go to the store any more without

the prying, judging eyes of society always snooping

in his business. Quick to accuse him for things he

didn’t do. Scrutinizing and testing his patience.

Playing mind games to have her way, using sex as

a weapon to get what she wanted.

She was unappreciative of his struggles and hustle.

An ungrateful Lois to a caring Clark in their own

superman movie.

Nothing he did was ever enough for her.

The more he tried, the more he seemed to push her away.

Building frustrations, confusion, more fights and arguments.

A Betrayal leaving him sad, paranoid and heartbroken.

A reason for all his trust issues and negative perception of women.




He became a liar and a cheater; sex became a sport to him.

Shielding his emotions with a fake facade to hide his

pain from all his pursuits.

The lines of deceit flickered through the eyes of his

woman, reminding him of pain and heart break.

Painful memories with each caress, sweet words rhyming

with disappointment, mocking his ego.

He developed a stereotype and labeled all women as liars,

cheaters, gold diggers, and whores.

No woman deserved his respect after what she did.



His thoughts drifted to a point where she hurt him.

Replaying past scenes and imagining that every woman

is out for his blood.

Putting her up on a pedestal and questioning her intentions.

Too cold for affection, self conscious to let her see his soul.

She was a potential threat to his heart, a photocopy of Eve

out to manipulate and break him.



He became a doubting Thomas and closed his mind to the

truth that all women are different.

Refusing to believe that there are truthful, honest women

with good intentions.

Judging all women based on her mistakes.

Losing himself in the process and missing out on the love

of a real good woman.



She isn’t the woman who hurt him.

She isn’t like all the other women.

She shouldn’t pay for her mistakes.



©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 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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