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Inside the Heart of a Woman
Called me all sorts of derogatory names
But he still loved on me.
Shamed to be with me in public
But he still loved on me.
Said I was no good
But he still loved on me.
Said that no man would ever want me
But he still loved on me.
Laughed at the color of my skin
But he still loved on me.
Said that I was not his type
But he still loved on me.
Criticized the shape of my thighs and the sag in my breast
But he still loved on me.
Talked about the kinks in my hair
But he still loved on me.
Always complained about the food that I made
But he still loved on me.
Never satisfied with the love and sacrifices that I made
But he still loved on me.
When she put him out
I still let him love on me.
He loved on me and loved on me and loved on me
Until I was bare.
How could I let him love on me?
Because I had forgotten to love on myself
I had forgotten that my name is beautiful.
I had forgotten my true worth;
The value of my breast, my thighs;
And my mind… kinky hair and all.
I had forgotten about his dreams
That I helped birth into the world.
I had forgotten how I had been his anchor below;
His strong leveled foundation
And his sky above
For him to aspire to reach
I had forgotten how I had given him the strength
My strength to climb out of his pit of despair.
And when I had finally remembered,
I then realized
It was his insecurities
His shallowness
His imperfections
The smallness of his manhood
That he did not want me to see,
But I did see
And I loved him in spite of unconditionally
Although he was unworthy of my love,
And he rejected me
So I no longer let him love on me
Written by Curtis Wright
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