Misused

The wicked ole man slid into my life.

He stole my heart ten times over.

He came undetected,

bearing many gifts,

gifts that stole my heart and locked it in a box.

I was swept off my feet by his charming eyes; his mean look

sent shivers over my body.

I had plans for him.

Plans to make him mine.

Plans to make him smile.

But all the while I was just a rock in his path,

a paper towel to be trashed.

I was just a body with no mind,

a thing,

an animal,

a woman, a woman,

a woman men despise,

a woman

men misused,

a woman

set aside.

For days I cried for him

for weeks I watched his picture

but in the end

I knew

he was missing out

because I am a woman,

a gift from GOD almighty.