Tears flowing down a black woman face
Is it a picture a black man pays extra for?
With every words that comes out his mouth that offend her
Is it worth a millions to him?
Why does he have the tendency to hurt her?
As he stands and looks at her with a gaze that doesn’t only lock to her eyes but lock to her heart, he sees every tear, and knows the meaning of it.
He sees all the pain she hold inside.
Why doesn’t he comfort her?
Is it worth millions to him to see her in pain?
She holds a pain inside that she cannot mention to a soul
You understand her mourning.
You understand
You have always understood
So why?
Why didn’t you care for her?
What is your excuse for leaving her feeling all alone without someone to turn to?
Your father, fathers had an excuse
They were force to leave their love one to work as slaves.
To what and to whom are you a slave to?
That you have to hurt the one you claim to love?
She wanted to be in your presence
She wanted to be love by you
She cooks and clean and prayed one day she will be appreciated by you.
Each night as you sleep she laid her ear to your chest, to hear your heart beat and prayed one day rhythm of your heart will match hers.
That day never came
She died of a depression; she didn’t need a miracle to survive
She needed you
She needed your Heart, your body, and your soul.
Only if she knew you had deposit them in hell.