that's what he said. 'i made you a woman, now you too big for your britches' and im wondering if his wife knows he is speaking to me this way, and really, does he really believe the shit he talks?
he made me alot of things, but he didnt make me a woman he made me afraid he made me ashamed he made me skinny he made me ugly he made me pregnant he made me sad he made me a coward he made me forget that i was a woman beautiful sexy brave a fighter what made me remember? the straw that broke the camel down? im not sure something about being baracaded in that house bars on the windows deadbolt locks on the doors no phone two babies something about him, comin and goin comin to bring groceries and take the money from underneath the mattress staying enough to fuss fuss about the clothes i was wearing or the milk gone bad or the way the baby was crying fussin made him angry angry enough to threaten me angry enough to grab my arms and bend them around behind my back angry enough to slam me up against a wall i mean dam.... how was my 130 lbs ever gonna be a match to his 6ft9 frame? so i guess it was that last time he pulled me by my hair and dragged me up that hall way or that last time he hit me so hard my lip split in two the last time he called me a bitch in front of my children the last time he came home from a smokin bringe making me all too familiar with what a crack head was about ashy lips, dull skin tone, hair fallin out and fucked up teeth smokin so much his voice was horse and he sounded like a bitch when he yelled at me that last time he took the tv and meat from the freezer when he left lockin that dead bolt and takin the key the last time i allowed myself to feel trapped that's what made me remember and grow a spine in the middle of the night take my babies and get the hell outa dodge he was sleepin so hard, after 3 or 4 days chasin crack he didnt even hear the floor boards creak or feel my hand slip inside his pocket for the key
so, when i spoke with him today....we had a little disagreement about my sons, our sons goin to spend the summer with him. so when he said to me, 'i made you a woman' i could only say, 'you made me alot of things, but i made me this woman here'
This is one of those rare times that such a bad situation is turned into captivating, strong poetry. I heard saxophones playin in my head while I was reading this. To go with the mood. Tight as always. ~one~
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