What exactly do you see when you look at me?
Strangers we were, staring at each other from a distance
Until we became friends
So close I was sure our friendship would never end
Rumor here and there and our relationship didn’t bend
Fights today, Tomorrow we’d mend
I wanted to be your shoulder
A comfort to you in time of pain
I wanted to be your glitter
A light amidst all the darkness
I wanted to be a special someone in your life
To rid you of strife
Little did I know that our intentions were never aligned
You had your own plan
Something totally different from mine
Every time you looked at me
I was being undressed in your head
My personality was attractive, But that’s not what you wanted
You wanted my body
My curves had become the only formula in your calculative head
Little did I know that I was being caressed in your imaginative bed
I was the high to you emotions, the wheels that kept them in motion
Did I like you?
Yes.
Enough to be my boo?
No.
You knew this
But out of this cake you wanted a piece
I let the devil in when I invited you over to my house
Trust me it wasn’t to take off my blouse
Just to have dinner, talk and watch a movie
Having dinner without paying bills
Laughing and living that’s how we heal
I had laid my own death trap and I hadn’t a clue
I don’t remember much
But I know what hit me was more than a punch
I’m lying on the cold hard floor
Raising my voice, shouting
Who would I call
Pants down, with your back bowed
One would think you were worshipping a god
Yes, a god
One you had defiled
Hands pinned to the ground, I struggled, I fought
An ant under elephant
A weight on my waist, I was definitely wasting my time shouting
Help! Help!! Help!!!
Screams, Kicks all to shatter the glass of your humanity
Break the gates of your community
And grant me an opportunity to access Immunity
It was too late, It’s my fate
One minute I was happy, the next I was lying in a pool of hate
I laid there, broken and bare
Out of oxygen, I began to suffocate
Choking on my own being, I was disgusted
Sick of who I am in this state
So full of hate
But I’m never going to say it.
The Quest Poetry 