Love Potion IV

 

You are a cruel and mean creature- 

   one I do not recognize often. 

You bring in me the wrath of millenniums, 

  as I bare the weight, of my womanhood, 

  against a deep misogyny, I Had never understood. 

You are whipping, and snide, 

  your ego, a megalomaniac.  

There is no room for shine, for when I try, you swipe mine, blame me, "do not speak", is 

The message, 

The message, 

That keeps coming through with you. 

There is no room for me, 

  or for the visions and abundant shine, 

    that I offer up; 

The contract denied. 

There is no room for romantic poetry, and considerations, 

Without the most treacherous of fights. 

There is no room for music, or painting, 

  intuition or God, 

For you, Sir, must be the only mighty King- 

No... 

    there is no room for me. For what I bring. 

         For the gift(s) I offer up.

And I clean, and I clean your messes- 

  no room for me! 

And I endure, I endure- 

  no room for me. 

And I see and I see finally, 

  you have left no room for me- 

  not really. 

  Not really...

and so our time will come to end, 

  Mighty and ferocious Barer and Destroyer. 

I give it up...

It took me longer to see...