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Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Baby, Baby, Baby


When you first met her it was “Hey, BABY! "



When you got with her, it was, "Oh, BABY!”




And now you are saying, “We are having a BABY?"


You had no problem saying give it to me baby
but now that I say that we are having a baby
baby, Baby, BABY
your tongue has gone lazy
eight weeks have gone by and all I have heard you do is rant and rave
as if I seduced you and you were a perfect gentleman well behaved
you wanted it just like I did
when I asked what did you want, you declared, "You," and claimed me as your bid

driving for hours back and forth to see each other at night
on the way home trying to stay awake because eye lids were closing tight
your walls show the scars and your headboard is my witness
it was all about survival of the fittest
because you were my weakness
and I was your sweetness
we undressed
our minds linked and our bodies meshed
and we survived
with our busy schedules burning at both ends managing to keep the flame not just lit, but alive
burning like a robust sweet smelling fire
my head telling me I should slow down, but my heart replied, “Don’t listen to your head girl, she’s a liar”
you facilitated boosting my self esteem
vividly illustrated to me what passion really means
as your stroke hit it right on the green
and when the ball made it in the tiny cup, I literally screamed
but now I am screaming at you day and night
you are edging me on, irate and you actually love the fight
you are playing the victim
and treating the woman that you once caressed at night, like scum
thought it was safe to not use condoms; tubes should have been tied
your sperm found my egg and when they connected they shouted, “Let's keep hope alive!”
and now that hole in one that you loved so well
is now the gateway of life, our baby’s birth canal
now you feel bitter

your feelings for me have shriveled and withered

now instead of holding me at night
you murmur about how I am ruining your life
Daddy-to-Be
you are experiencing it mentally
while I deal with the mental anguish and I also experience it physically
but I will not let this bad choice gnaw at my core
what we had is jammed, nailed shut, water tight, closed door
I will also shut the door on my resentment
I want our child to feel loved and not sense our selfish childish contentment


Parents, you can’t disguise or harbor bad feelings towards each other from your child
because the child is you,
both of you
both seeds infused together creating one new unique individual with its own personality
and somewhere along there lies some of the mother and some of the father
are you only going to love the part of the child that is you?
impossible
you did not create that child alone
you created that child with someone
it was a partnership when you made love
and now it is a partnership that you have to endure since you created love
the love for your child should be the foundation

and not what the other parent did or did not do
you have to learn how to get along
both parents
even if you are no longer together
you have to stop acting like you are an infant
and start working together to care for your infant




Copyright 2009 by Veniece Wesson. All rights reserved.

Monday, September 21, 2009

You Didn't Even Fight For Me


"You didn’t even fight for me
You just let me go
Couldn’t your gut sense the need in me?

All of these feelings laying dormant

Like a storm on the rise
Released by the tide of your loving force
But now the force and the pangs of waning love has taken the storm way off course
Brewing initially was a minute storm that would saturate a few weeds
And hopefully drown them out so that our love would flourish and we would better ascertain one another’s needs
But my insatiable hunger for you has turned into a tsunami
The end result being two broken hearts not fit for recovery
Because I cannot bear the constant separation
I use to take pride in my lack of need for a man
I could see the man I was dating every once in a while
Let him caress me and leave content with a smile
Because although that man was accommodating
He was in no way at all exhilarating
Besides I was a woman with purpose, and anything more would cramp my style
And then one day, just as fashion trends changed, so did the weather
And humidity seeped into my pores
Leaving me dripping wet at your door
My guard began to drop
Because you kept seeping through every crevice of my pores
Eventually reaching my carefully guarded soul
It was no exageration when I said that for two years plus I was not attracted to another man
You imply that it is impossible for a female not to be attracted to other men
But you are thinking from that bulge in your pants
I am not merely attracted by what I see visually
But also viscerally
Though aesthetics are pleasing , they are not the deciding factor
Just like I hope that you don’t choose a women by her looks complete by Max Factor
Men of various background have approached me and have all sunk like the Titanic, they had impressive portfolios
But in the end they were lacking the proper credentials
At least for what I needed
I needed a man to completely fill me in spirit, soul, and body and not leave me with gaping holes
When your tugboat came in to guide my cruise ship
I was hesitant at first
But I begin to see that your actions were natural and simplistic, and not at all rehearsed
And I adore your complex, multi-layered, soul that is bottomless like the deep blue sea
Now I am sailing despondently, never thinking that I would be blue in the oceanic because of lack of time with you
But somehow you touched a part of me out in ocean of love this summer
I’m so wet; I regret that a life jacket cannot save me
I was cruising along fine on my Princess Cruise line
Good times, stimulating talk, and wonderful friends; like fine wine
Mostly sunshine, little rain, no storms, and no love fatalities
Just like the weather you crept up on me gradually
You rescued my heart when your life saver appeared
And now that you’re here
You are not going to even fight for me; you are just going to disappear?
I never cared enough about anyone to care what they did
I enjoyed the separation and the separate lives that we lived
My ex was always at dock a and I never sailed out of dock b
Except for that occasion we would meet at dock c
The distance was never an issue
My ex and I could love and leave each other on cue
But when you and I are close at heart we are far in distance
And when we are close in distance we are far apart at heart
My head is filled with confusion, which is the devil’s workshop
You can’t see the tears through the oceanic, but my rudder is off course
My eyes are red and my voice is hoarse
And all I can hear now is noise in the bottomless sea echoing my heart beating for you
Yes, I am confused
Because I have become unglued
Thinking about you
And why this weather love pattern occurs on every blue moon
And why life and commitments seem to consume
Our lives leaving us with so little time
I don’t even have time to unwind
My work, my kids, and you have me consumed
I could see this coming, our course doomed
Because you chose to dwell in a complacent realm
And instead of loving me, you took a nap at the helm
And in the end, you didn’t even fight for me
How could you not fight for me?"

Copyright 2009 by Veniece Wesson. All rights reserved. No parts of this publication may be reproduced or distributed in any form by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

Diamonds Are a Girls Best Friend




"Diamonds are a girls best friend
Forever blingin' through the thick & thin"

"My best friends are my diamonds & me
Faux treatment has taught me to appreciate the finer things
Diamonds don’t bail once they adorn you or go soft
They always look good & stay strong & hard
Forever looking pretty & paying a girl compliments
Diamonds don’t leave for another girl, another gem
They are the real deal & no CZ man
The type of man that looks genuine on the outside, but is fake within
Not rhinestones or CZs , a girl needs a stone of a man that can cut glass & is built to last
Not a phony made of glass; Fabricated in some lab

A man that knows how to respect a woman
Not a "wham, bam, thank you maam" man
Loving & leaving handing out Cracker Jack rings as consolation prizes randomly as he walks out her door
A girl is worth a ten-carat canary diamond in platinum, engraved & more
Some women choose not to wear their best friends on their ring finger
Because one day a girl may let a soldier battle her heart for that finger
And if a girl chooses than her ring finger should have a best friend
Given to her by a diamond of a man who is all genuine… "

"Diamonds are a girls best friend
Forever blingin' through the thick & thin"

Copyright 2009 by Veniece Wesson. All rights reserved. No parts of this publication may be reproduced or distributed in any form by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.