And Venting...

Since I'm dying for an outlet I'm going to live on this

Excuse my language, please pardon me as I go through my list

Of s**t 

Bothering me, pissing me off 

Crowding my space, making me soft

Tugging my spirit, ripping through my cloth

Excuse me for this, cuz this is my sound off

After this moment I'll shut up my complaining

Because its a given, life is hard, its just a matter of maintaining

But this s**t here been resting on me hard 

And I just need one more b***h-fest before putting down my guards

I'm done wit being a mother to your children

Yep, I said it, cuz frustration's been buildin'

Those little people you birthed, they came from your womb

I hope you and their father realize that soon

Cuz I feel like a broken record, trying to get ya'll to see 

That I came to help not to be second mommy

Moving right along, I have no money

My days are long my pay is low and every sumthing, wants sumthing from me

Looking for a job in this town is like slaving in the blaring sun

Hot as hell and you can't hop two steps forward without going back one

Did I mention its HOT! so automatically I'm two shades darker

Bound to have a heat stroke just to cross the street to Parkers

"And another thing" is what my ex used to say

Even now with us trying to be friends he still feels the same way

WTF did I get my self into wit this one

I'm sure he love me but this s***s no longer fun

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared of his wrath

Cuz his mom was a victim to his dads hands in the past

Writing used to be a second language to me

I was fluent in the s**t to, this u best believe

But it seems like now a days I can't seem to get up

My weights up though and that really sucks

I can't stop eating... it is my comfort zone

Food is my friend, especially when I feel alone

I sometimes feel useless, I stress to much

I'm automatically in-love with another mans touch

I'm vulnerable, I'm hard to please

And somehow crying has become a daily routine for me

I'm confused, I want to move

But I'd be leaving so much behind if I do

I'm ok with being unsure, because I can pray on that

I had to get these things off my chest first before I'm on my mark to get set

Now I feel lifted, can't lie I feel good

I knew that if I focused on this here I would

And at this moment I can careless who relates

I made my move and now ... its checkmate.

Reviews

[sharleenm]

I like your poem, and the name. Life does suck, screaming about it is therapy.
You took me out of my world and into yours, I felt what you felt. That’s very impressive. Great writing.

[tammy]

very nice expression, writing can be so cleansing.

[SelfDiscovery]

Enjoyed the read!!

[Harmony Best]

Thanks! There were a lot of things that helped me get through this time ;)

[DC Gentleman]

Woo sah.. I hope that was therapeutic.. the rawness was truly palpable..

Exhale miss lady..