SwerveA Poem by Colettesetting boundaries...accepting disrespectful behavior no longer
Your talk / fanciful view of a famous future while you puff, puff your days, weeks, years / lifetime away your intensity /your anger / your disrespect
Some of your negativity will simmer in the crock-pot of my mind Your behavior, misogynistic ways, gave me the equivalent of food poisoning
As we osculated lips meeting / hands grasping one would feed, the other eat You took the role of hunter / I, the doe-eyed girl Of course, it’s natural for a predator to lure with food It’s natural for a fawn to graze
Though you never anticipated the prey to dodge your bullets with such exquisite precision"did you?
I can be lured / I need to eat / but, I can’t be caught / and I won’t cower When an aggressive voice rants, I might whimper / a few times It’s a deceptive trait I’ve polished / like chipmunks who play dead I allow you to prove yourself to be a good human / not one who wishes me harm A human who’s been wronged / but trying to make right
I silently observe your actions / your reactions / while I remain calm
After repeat scenarios, however, where the trap gets set starts to close with a gnarly bite / when I approach with diminutive grandeur carrying flowers /delivering rose petal baths driving Mr. Dickweed My prowess flourishes / my lion’s mane stands proud
I am a shape shifter
and I don’t f**k around.
I don’t f**k around with humans / messing with my time on this earth my peace / my energy / because I need it to protect what I know to be good and true
I won’t attack / but, I’ll demonstrate with my assertive strength there is no room for your aggressive approach in my lair
I tell you to get out / get movin’ beyond my space with my mouth / with my eyes to let you witness my transformation
Cuz you see...just because you were left to raise yourself in the wild doesn’t give you license to prey upon the innocent
Did you miss out on the
lesson
So, here it is...you may think it all started with a Cherry but, it ends at Cherry
You spray me with I Love You’s, but like my girl Joyce says.... you are one of those who’s “talking loud, but saying nothing”
and I... I am one of those who wants a man who drinks water walks the good walk / and
recognizes a good catch when he sees it © 2011 Colette |
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1 Review Added on June 26, 2011 Last Updated on December 6, 2011 AuthorColettePhoenix, AZAbout"The poet...is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections." from the book "Uncertainty" by David Lindley I'm in love with metaphors.. more..Writing
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