I am tired of crying:
Because he is never in a hurry to see me.
I am sick of trying,
To make this relationship I used to have with him work.
My mother taught me:
A woman builds a home by building relationships.
I have tried mother,
To the point of stripping off my dignity.
Don’t we all have a breaking point?
Mine is this: The shedding of a tear.
Ain’t you the one who taught me that tears signify weakness?
Now I admit it: I was never strong enough.
At thirty, am I too old to start over again?
can the world stand a weak woman?
At thirty five, am I still your little dimpled daughter?
You told me your door will always be open for me:
Heart broken, stripped, rugged in emotions,
Am I worth coming back?
At your doorstep I come clinging:
For you is my only hope.
In him was only my disappointment,
He is that guy you warned me about long time ago.
He raped me mother:
Raped my emotions and stripped of my pride.
He who once I called “my love”,
Now to whom my worth equates that of a coke bottle: thirty minutes is the most time he can spare me…
I feel stripped: The world has forsaken me.
I feel empty: He who I trusted with my life has robbed me
I am crying mama: For weakness is my new strength
…and you, MAMA, my only hope.