A Lesson

by Anwar Aswad Amir

 “A lesson learned
Is a lesson earned?”

Most people only think 
About the things we talk about.
Your mind is your only secret place.
But you allowed me to enter 
Letting me  share your private space.

Most of the men only wanted to crawl upon you
And do their thing.
Never really caring if your bell would ring.
They only wanted to satisfy their bodies.
But never to satisfy your mind.

You have so much creativity running round in your mind.
They could never relate to you being the loving kind.
If you make me aware of the pain,  you've been in.
 i will never drive you,  down that road again.

Were you told men feel less obligated to the ones they can buy.
This line may make you cry.
To know you  may have had sex with a hundred men.
Of that hundred, did you ever make love to any of them?

To them  it was just another thrill.
They never ever wanted to make it real.
Just another session.
Don't take it to heart.  Just let it be a lesson.
Because it don't matter why you do it.
It's when you graduate from it.  You don't step back into the shit.

When they said “they loved you.”  Was it really true? .
Or is it because they just wanted to have sex with you?
Then there's fussin' and fightin', no more delighting.
They pretend  not to trust you.
Then they start to abuse you.

Now you lay there, a pondering and a wondering, what went wrong?
Just remember it the next time they come.
And when your world starts to reel.
It could have been. Your love was too real.
And your reality, too strong!
That's the end of this poem.

A Lesson by Anwar Aswad Amir

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