And This Is The Man
And this smiling face,
And those benevolent eyes,
And your mellowed hair,
And this is the man
Who beat me,
Monthly.
Taking me,
It took me
Eight black eyes,
And a week
In sunglasses,
Each time,
Never the last,
To realize
That this man,
No longer
Loved me.
That my love
Was squandered
On your blue,
Suede shoes,
And your
Faded blue
Levis.
My heart wrenched
From me,
As he
Tried to throw you
From our balcony
Like Jacko.
But you cheated
The Angel of Death,
And were saved.
And this is the man,
You want me to
Forget.
I wish I could,
But I remember
Every blow,
Every insult.
How he loved
To call me,
'Nazi!'
Even though
My grandparents
Lie slaughtered,
In Polish fields.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2008-08-05 at 01:18
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