Half and Half She stares into a reflection a portrait of her mother and mother before. Silly sides smile. One blue eye. Half perfect. But tonight he says its you girl and she knows yes only she knows. Bare to the bone,a zipper heart. He wants her she says he wants me and he remembers my name now. Could I mean as much without his penetration? Would he still be there in the morning even if I burn the biscuits? She is calling his name and playing into his game. Feeling her up and breaking her down with all the words she wishes she could hear like sex to her ears. And she says his name and he pulls her frame. The sunrises a new day and she says baby it will be ok. Because last night it was me and he knew my name.
A painful subject but you expressed it well. (But I wouldn't hang around too long if he has a relapse and forgets again.)
I was conveying the point of women who sadly put their self worth in men sometimes and only feel whole as a woman by the attention they get from a man. It's a feminist piece. I hope it will inspire women to feel empowered in their own sexuality without the need for a man. Men are great don't get me wrong! I just think as a woman we need to love ourselves first with or without a man. Thanks for the feed back. *LOVE*
