His And Her Pain

She said that she would rather be dragged through the mud than fall in love,

Would rather have broken bones and a broken skull than lose her mind over a lover,

I told her it's about patience, don't worry girl you'll find the one,

She said she had found the one, one two many times,

Spent one too many nights with her heart aching, her soul shaken, and her body bruised,

She told me that she had given up more then she wanted to,

Told me about when she was carrying her developing offspring within her body, how he kicked her womb

Till she heard her unborn's heartbeat fade away, 

That was her one true love a dead bruised fetus, who from dust came and to dust did her love return, 

I told her to believe, that her tears shall one day turn to tears of joy, 

She told me of the cold nights she spent with rope in hand, how she was never afraid to leave this world, 

She never understood why the sun had chosen to shine on others, while she got hailstorm after hailstorm, 

She had been praying for love, I saw it on her knees, she begged and pleaded with the Lord until her knees bled, 

I told her that I myself have been told plenty lies, lies that I could have seen before my own eyes, Told her that not all guys are the same, 

We don't play the same game, yet we break the same hearts.

We let our Dicks do the thinking while allowing our brains to be empty vessels,

She told me that I would one day be lucky,

She said the spark in your eyes shall ignite a passion that shall never die.

I told her that the only woman I'll ever love is the one that delivered me onto this earth, 

I was raised by a black queen, a goddess, a woman whose heart knows no anger or hatred.

Told her that I shall wait , wait until this frown turns upside down, wait until my body reunites with its missing rib.

By: | Mfezeko Booi |