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Rico's Way


Rico’s Way

 

See I knew from the start that you weren’t worthy of my heart,

still I held you up and never set you apart.

You were the apple of my eye, the only one in my sights

yet I was never your only so we’d buck up and fight.

You were the one who knew the most about me

so I don’t know how in your eyes you couldn’t see

how all I wanted was for you to succeed. 

 

I would have given anything just to try and save your life,

but what nobody saw was how much I’d hold my head and cry;

how in helping you I was losing my mind.

It was a long and lonely road to where I am now

after I realized it was time to only save myself. 

 

I had given my all, I mean every single piece of me

 but it was never my fault and this I finally see.

I had to leave you behind, couldn’t keep wasting my time.

See how I put my pain on this paper, feel it in very single line.

But I promise to the day I die, that one day I’ll rid myself of all of your crimes. 

 

It wasn’t easy and that’s all I need you to know, just picture how I kept moving.

Shuffled my feet through rain, shine, sleet and snow.

Now I sit here and pray one day I can clear your demise from my mind

escape my memories and forget that look in your eyes.

With every scar on my arm and every move that I make,

I’m constantly reminded of all my past mistakes.

But inside me somehow I still carry no hate.

You tore me down to a place I’d never been but here I stand

Still willing to try and be a friend.

I need you to know that you’re the one to blame,

because with every strike to my face I found I was stronger than your heavy chains

and it was time for me to move, it was time for me to change.

I rebuilt myself, and I know you see it today.

I stood right the fuck up and slammed the door leaving no trace.

I threw on a smile that can never been shook,

and when I’m feeling low I sit here and write a fucking book

reliving all of the times you hit me with that right hook.  

 

I’m stronger now than I ever was then, 

so thank you for your slavery, 

and the woman I am. 

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Single mom. Domestic Abuse survivor. Trauma bond breaker. Put the real back in writiing. These are my life stories. Some may be disturbing while some may be inspiring. That is up to you, the reader. Thank you. This is the first time I have published any of my work since 2006 on starlitecafe, those poems are still there if anyone would like to see them they are under the account sweetlilbrownie. I am very self concious because these are so personal. Give grace.

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