HIS BITCH

"YOU MY BITCH" he said.

"YOU MY BITCH!"

then punctuated it witrh

a back slap across my face

that made me see stars

Correction, Constellations

I had been his bitch

When he needed me to be

When I needed me to be

After he had consumed three

pints of Vodka, Six Joints, Two

Lines of Blow and most of my pride.

I would offer to be his lover, mother, brother,

Savior

But consent to be his bitch

As his tongue traveled the back

Of my neck and took refuge in my ear,

While his hand roamed the curve

Of my spine, My bikini underwear and

Massaged the spot that made me hot

And wet and want.

I consented to be his bitch with my legs

In the air, White socks like flags waving

Surrender. I took all he could not give

And gave what he did not deserve,

While mumbling for forgivenessTo Jesus, Jah, Budda and the fly

On the wall, alll shakin' their heads

In shame.

Yes I was his bitch

That night, that sad sorry night

When being me was not enoough,

When pain ran a muck and

I just didn't give a fuck.

But as I stood in my kitchen

At three in the mornin'

Being forced to cook him dinner,

Knowing he had just fucked some

Woman across town, "bitch" dripping from his

Lips.

I was not his bitch and

I told him so and punctuated

It with a frying pan to the side

Of his mother fuckin' head,

"I ain't no bitch!."