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you could almost call it rape
by Nanette BellmanLeave it to me to bring it back to
What my mother told me about
How "sex is supposed to be meaningful"
Because I am twenty-four
And I still stomp my feet
And cross my arms
And pout my lips
Because things in this world aren't fair.
I'd say it started with a little bird
Who planted a seed in my brain
Which has overgrown into my heart.
And this seed, are words
That e v e r y o n e else
has spoken to me recently.
But I'll admit it,
I'm a fall-flat-on-my-face
-spite-what-you-say
-make-my-own-mistakes
kind of gal.
Rhyme and reason
There's a time for leaving
And what you've got to understand,
I'll do it when I'm good and ready.
He's twenty-two.
And all I hear from him
is how he's twenty-two
And how much sex he should be getting
That I ain't giving.
I know he thinks I'm giving excuses.
I hear it under his breath.
Because no matter how imbalanced
My hormones are presently...
It's a piss-poor excuse to his.
There is no give and take.
It's more like forfeit and steal
Because I'm never in the mood.
This is where the battle begins
Because I give in and give it to him.
And he gets mad
Because he wants me to want it.
And when I'm sick on Christmas
And that's what he wants as a gift,
I ride the flu for as long as I can.
Dreading the day my ailment is gone.
But when I lay down
And he pumps away
I think of all the others
That I didn't care about
Didn't care about me.
That I didn't want,
didn't want me
Like I didn't want this now.
And after it's all done today
I realize I am not in love with you anymore... 12/30/2007 Author's Note: i don't even like it....
Posted on 12/30/2007
Copyright © 2025 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/30/07 at 09:21 AM Such a sense if frustration with this write. But both of us know when Mr. Right comes alone, love not lust, changes everything, especially this perspective! Nice engaging write! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/01/08 at 09:06 PM outstanding word choice and flow... you portray your feelings exceptionally.... |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 01/02/08 at 04:28 AM Damn. Love your words, feel the frustration... |
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