Saturday, September 5, 2015

First Wife Blues: A poly monologueystic poem

"How do I feel for real
when I see him kiss her lips just so;
His lips brush quicker on mine nowadays
But when he kisses hers it seems they kiss slow.

I see the way he looks at her
Sometimes he looks right past me
I see that newness in their eyes
And I can't see what THEY see in me

She would never even have him
 if it were not for me.
I helped to mold him into the man
 that she done stole from me.

(I know that's a lie)
 She's my sister, my heart, my friend; I hate I think that way
She's here because I prayed for her

And forever she will remain."

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