Monday, November 8, 2010

Madam Prezident: For Colored Girls – Leave, but Don’t Take Me With You

Shanelle Walker

 

I met someone whom I dearly adored

Enough to even DIE for

One day I was in class and I was packed in his bags

I thought, Leave, but don’t take me with you

His bags and I was at the door

They were reconnecting

And his heart was departing

Leaving.

He had left once before

But his voyage was short

And of course, because of his actions I straightened up my act

As if I was out of order

I strived to be perfect for him

But my perfection could not be accounted for because I was worthless to him

But, I didn’t care

I was an empty glass

In the hands

Of an alcoholic

And

Anything he poured inside me my spirit obliged

His bags and I was at the door

I reminded him of his promises

“You said you loved me”

“Don’t deceive me, don’t leave me”.

I laid in his lies

Gave him my heart for free

I was worst than a prostitute

“At least she got paid for it”

She created revenue with her assets

Although it wasn’t much

She was bringing in much more than me

My moral less nights of feel good

Didn’t feel good the morning after

I’d given him everything I had inside me

Around me, under me, above me, beside me, and behind me 

I’d given him much more than I had received

How could he move on?

How was I supposed to stand, without this man?

What about OUR plans?

His bags and I was at the door

My lungs in one bag

My brain in one bag

My kidneys in one bag

My ovaries in one bag

My eyes in one bag

My legs in one bag

And my heart in the garbage

I was ripped apart

And broken into pieces inside his bags

Ripped into pieces

He was leaving and taking me with him

But I was at the door whole heartedly, in his bags

He had been gone

Way long

Before he decided to pack

How can I live with that?

He was stronger than any STD

Damaging my insides so ghastly

That it cost me

Never will I conceive a child

With a smile

Because of the burdens he positioned inside me

He was leaving and I was going along with him

Until GOD came along

And let his Presence be known

I was confused about where I came from

Until “my father” showed me ‘WHOM’ I came from

My life was shattered

My mind was battered

But GOD recued me

And from BONDAGE I became free

The company of misery

No longer accompanied me

The MAN that Created Adam

Also created me

I was once at the door packed in bags

Until GOD illustrated to me “All that I had”

And him who once had my heart

Wasn’t even the best part

I was once at the door packed in bags

Screaming “leave, but please don’t take me with you”

I was glad at the day

That I could say

“Leave but you CAN’T take me with you”

I too, have found someone else

And his name is

GOD!!!!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Madam Prezident your poem was on point. I began thanking and praising God again for the gift and the power of choice. For allowing me to see myself differently to see my worthy ness of love and respect and choosing to live in this reality. For allowing me to see I am responsible for loving me and the way in which I allow others to treat me. So even when things do not go as planned. Learn the lesson. Choose to treat yourself with love at all times. You are worth it.