Cry

I cry

Because

I respect him

I love him

I want him

I need him

but he doesn't understand

How much I need him to exist in my life.

How can he live so blind?

How can he cheat and use me ?

How can he overlook me?

Why does he look at me as control only at his whimsical need?

Why is he so disgusted with me?

Does he hate me?

Why does he talk to me like a thing?

I cry because I faught so hard

To love myself

I fought so hard

To find myself

I fought so hard 

To accept myself

So as  I stand here whole..

How can I be used only as a service and not as a companion?

When we both have the same melanin...

I cry because I make myself the victim again...and again..

Will I ever learn that ?

Or will I be the same girl I see

Those ones that  gave up and spread her legs

afterwards