low bitch

[revolutionR]

Had to put a restraining order on her
all the death threats and insults, assaults later
all the cash I gave her to try to help her
and all she did was trash my pad, take my things
and she still blames me for her problems, her plight
I tried to work with her, tried to find middle ground
I really wanted to see her get her feet on the ground
but these situations are way to complex, complicated
she had all her issues that she carried around with her
like a ton of emotional baggage, I admit I should have
seen it coming, I saw it right from the start, but my heart
was shattered from having lost my life partner, I was alone
and so you saw another easy pickings, and used the sex card
used sex as a weapon against me, you said you started out
wanting to be a poet, an artist, a radical, you got some
kind of alternate education, but none of that got rid of
your trauma, your past as a black woman, and you played
that card against me too, and here I told you all about
my love of black poets and music, I grew up in the late 60's
I have always been for civil rights, so why do you play me
this way, you said you wanted to record my poetry, but
all you did was smash my computer and my face, spit on me
taunt me, throw wine bottle at me, almost cause a car wreak
and you wonder why I put a restraining order on you?

god damn, you were so damn sexy, but you never have been in love
you even tried to make me feel bad about my wife and my mother
you tried to hurt me in every way you could, while using sex
as a lure, there is no cure for you, I know I should never have
let you into my life, but you used all your deception charm, I never
did any harm to you, but you played me like a fool, it's not my
fault you were a porn star ten years ago, it's no reason to
blame me, all that money I gave you, and it was never enough
you acted like you were the highest payed prostitute
and you said that I called you a street ho, you lied about everything
made up lies and twisted everything I said, distorted everything
you thought you were doing hoodoo on my head, and for awhile
I felt so drained by your evil charm, and still I thought we could
find a path through the insanity, and your violent rages, your screaming
at me like some low bitch witch, all to break me down, to psyche me out

you are like some nightmare woman straight out of a blues song
it all went so wrong, I wanted to give you honey, and all you did
was throw salt into my wound, there were moments when I saw
the you that could be the person that you aspire to, but you shot it down
you always became a crazy case, like you were trying out for some
Hollywood horror movie, what the hell are you going to do next
what are you going to do now, I will never forget you, and it's never
been about you forgiving me, for protecting my self from your madness
your Minnie the moocher mentality, what happens to you now, is all
your doing, it's none of my mine, my conscience is clear dear
but you can't say the same, no matter how you try to cheat on the game

I will never forget that day I drive you to L.A. to the garment district
to buy materials so you could make your gypsy clothes so you could
make a living, you walking around that Los Angeles town like some
African queen sex goddess, I was in love with you that day, like a dream
all for naught, you got what you got, took what you took, take what
you fake, and still you try to blame me for all the fucked up shit
but honey cream pie, sometimes I think you never die, but like
the greatest blues song ever written, I don't care if you ever cry for me, no mo

[whoaisme]

damn man! thats some heavy shit...i hope you are able to find peace among all this. cheers.

[revolutionR]

And there's stuff I did not even put into the poem
and she got my copy of Bed of Sphinxes too.Every
time I walk out my door, I look around to see if
she is lurking. But I think her hoodoo is backfiring
on her. But I can never let down my guard. Sure
is like some bad mean as a rattle snake woman
straight out of the hood. All that education she got
can't do her no good.Can't pay off all them grants.
So she tried to gyp my pants, and almost did. She
had some scary sexual power left over from her
porn star days.But now she is just plain wacko.
Trouble is I felt sorry for her.My Bad. There was
a side to her that could have been a damn good poet.

[whoaisme]

yea man, anybody can be a poet if they don't get too scared of their own thinking. i think we're all crazy...just gotta figure out what level of craziness is compatible. sounds like she was not the one.

[revolutionR]

Was with "the one" for 35 years, this was just a one, a friend maybe.

now it's a poem.