Who do I talk to about my plight
when the day is done &
day fades to night
Who wants to hear about
my day
the looks of envy disguised
with prejudice and dismay
Sexual tension fanned
by color intimidation
See brotha' when you hurt
there is a foolish girl
always lurking to lick
your wounds but
when I bleed...
who is there to tend
to me
Every man I meet is
supposed to be the one
I marry, supposedly
What if I just need a dude
for my day to conclude
will you begrudge me this
just due
If it works for you
guess what, tonight
what's good for the goose
will suit this gander
too
YOU ARE READING
Begrudge Me Not
PoetryThis poem displays a woman's desire to end her day with a cherry on top in the form of a touch from a man without having to go into the psychological bullshit of being made to feel she should only be sleeping with her boyfriend, someone she wants to...
