Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Shit, be careful with that box!
Damn, I guess that's what I get for getting my family to help me rather than help my damn self
Black people so damn fast.....
Ok everything seems cleared out
My memories of us is next
Even though our son will be a daily reminder
Everything looks cleared out
Going through for a thorough search for the third time in a half hour span
Stepping into the room
That overlooked the front of our house
in a bougie Black neighborhood
In a city of foreign spices
and charred everything
Used to be full of life
and pleasant memories
some caught on Kodak film to never be developed
"Oh come on baby, its Sunday nite football."
"Its Sunday nite football everynite."
"Why don't you go downstairs to watch that mushy shit?"
"Fine. If I go downstairs I am taking my television with me so you just going to be shit out luck."
"Oh its like that."
"Yeah its like that since I had to pay the bill this month!"
"Baby did you hear that?"
"Hear what baby. Go back to bed."
"Honey have you seen my lucky white tie? I need to impress a new client today."
"The only white tie that you have which you spilled tomato sauce on and must not have retrieved from the cleaners? Yeah!"
"Must of been a long nite at the office. I thought we were going to play house tonite?"
A quick shower later
you walked passed me in a Catholic school girls outfit with 2 ponytails
as if I was Nikki Parker and you the professor
Turned your back and proceeded to snore
Mamma told me there would be days like this
But i thought all those days were over
I even threw my ass-et all over you and you ignored me
Thought twice about myself
To see if ever since we got married if I had lost it
I always catered to you and you always loved it
So why now? All of a sudden
You giving me the feeling of having to surpress my own horny ways
To give you a good nites sleep
I guess I would be fuck'n myself tonite with the shower massager
Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. Text message. Fax.
"Baby, my water just broke."
Damn, I made it.
I made it without you in the late nite.
Late nite around the same time we conceived this child.
The last damn time you touched me
"I love you baby."
"I love you baby."
"What do you think about renovating this place?"
"Yeah, I need my own space anyway."
"Wasn't your father suppose to pick you up today?"
I had to leave my job
Dodge my boss
Pause my secretary
To pick up our son from basketball practice
30 minutes away from my office
but 10 from yours
If these window pains could feel
Feel that I am feeling
Then perhaps when you would look out the window
They would interrupt your thoughts of her
And scream at you
the silent cries that i hide in a corner
Another missed dinner
8 hours at the office
helped our son with his homework
if you were around you would know that he has problems in math
you were the good one in math
She must be good to you
Better be gooder than me
She better do everything better than I do
Because you missing dinner
Missing our son growing
I knew you were creeping
around with the blondies in your office
they didn't call you Mr. Dicki for nothing
cause you were dicki-ng everything in a vera wang
It all came together when you rushed to the hospital that nite
the nite i was in labor for 10 hours before you claimed to have gotten my message
no bars on the cell
i should of figured out then that you were so far in eating your dessert that you didn't get any reception
i used to love your tongue going all the way in back when you loved me
and there was an emotional attachment between us
that nite after you kissed me
i turned to the side
to find a piece of pubic hair on my tongue
you trife son of a nicca
cause your momma was strong
but your daddy was a rollin stone
my tear ducts will no longer allow me to cry
instead i am now rejoicing over moving out of our first home
and into my second another city over
i dont even know if you know
i packed up one box at a time
until our life was packed up
and our life was stacked near that dumpster
so many years
so many times i catered to you
as a Black women
she can not love you
the way that i care for you
it was just that strong
your son will only call you by your first name
Written by Shaneka Bynum
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