That Man

I wanted to rub the ointment

into your skin but instead you asked

that man.

That man who never

Dressed your flailing body

Brushed

Braided

Bowed     your hair

That man who preferred

looking

at other young

girls—

maybe boys too who knows—

instead of watching over his kin

 

That man who struck me

while my belly was big as a melon—

Now you wanna hold arms

with that man

like a lady

in the park

Now you’re calling him up

Every month

To buy your

Needs

 

That isn’t right

to trust that man.

You know.

 

In some years

you’ll be out of bows and braids

Wearing another pretty dress.

And you’ll be going to buy

Your babies

Needs

like it’s properly done.

And I’ll be in my chair

Waiting.

Waiting for that man

who’s never gonna touch my kin.

I am sure of that.

Advertisements