POEM: For The Other Woman

Who are you to come into my home
Into my bed
Into my husband
And say that you deserve some respect

To hang out with my kids
And play games with them
Watch blue’s clues
And say that I am not the perfect mother

Who are you
To call my house
11 o’clock at night
Telling MY husband
That you miss him and can’t spend another night
Without him laying next to you
To have him leave OUR home at 12:15
Saying that his boy’s car just broke down
An hour from home and he doesn’t know how long it will take before he can get back
But don’t wait up because he’s just a phone call away

Knowing….that I’m going to be sitting here
Dialing that number
Knowing that he won’t answer because he has it on silent
Knowing that at 7 in the morning when my kids ask me
“Where’s daddy?”
I have to be the one to tell them
He left early for work
Even though I know, and you know and he, she and it knows
That he is probably still screwing your ass

Or you’re making him green eggs and ham
Or you’re
Now kissing him goodbye for the fifteenth time
Or you’re
Now going on round three

Just like how we use to be
Before the kids
Before the
9 to 5 sometimes 10 job
Before the fat started growing around my waist
Breast sagging
Arms flabbing
Because I bore him 3 kids
And here you come

With your 36-28-36
With your ching’s fake nails
With your down to the back fake hair
With your…text sending naked pictures
With you’re saying that you care
For him

My man
My husband
Who doesn’t… look at me in the same way
Who doesn’t… call me to whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Who doesn’t …meet me for a one hour fuck session during lunch
Who doesn’t …come home early anymore
Who doesn’t… buy me flowers to surprise me anymore
Who doesn’t….say he loves me any more

But you’re just here for now
They’ve been others
And I don’t know why I stay
But I made an oath under god
To love my husband
For better or worse,
In sickness and health
‘til death do us part
That you are now causing my husband to break
But I won’t fight you for him
I have better class than that
And he knows that if HE fucks with me
I’ll take more than half
And leave you and him with nothing
So you better think of what you’re doing
Before all the flowers, and the trips and the jewelry and the clothes and the lobsters meals
Are all gone and you’re the one with the kids
And the flabs and the sags and the bags around your eyes
Calling MY HOUSE at 11 o’clock in the morning.

POEM: For The Other Woman


Heidelberg, Germany

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