I am the girl that has never REALLY been without a boyfriend.
Yes, that bitch.
Never without a male companion at least,
but we were just friends...
I am the girl that doesn’t have too many female friends.
My mother would explain to other moms,
‘She just gets along better with boys;
rather run on the playground than play dolls’
Stuck up bitch.
I am the girl with the perfect hair.
God knew I’d be too lazy to do anything to it anyway.
Pretty bitch.
I am the girl that didn’t grow tall.
Yet, I blossomed in all the right places.
THAT bitch.
I am the girl that played sports and runs for validation
Every time I was knocked down emotionally
I made sure to even the score with a steady pace.
Skinny bitch.
I am the girl that fell in LUST at first sight.
As Predator, I needed to consume Prey.
For energy; to survive...
Little did I know.
I was lusting over a chick-flick loving, bamboo cutting board owning, gardener extraordinaire—
that loves to read instead of watching TV.
Like, OMG. IDK. WTF.
I found the guy that didn’t care I’d never been without a boyfriend.
Unconditionally got to know me, for me.
With the majestic deep purple bruises on my soul,
He had no idea what he was getting into.
I found the guy that doesn’t have too many male friends.
Strong women roles models shaped him well.
Women flock to this Shepard.
I found the guy that loved my hair, but loved my mind more.
The mind beneath the locks;
Beneath my brown skin;
My personality of wild cards, of truth—
He accepts it all.
I found the guy with the longest torso.
His lengthy self wraps me up perfectly;
Secured, I swear our bodies were made for each other.
I found the guy that used to play sports,
but you would never know it
You’ll find him at coffee shops and libraries;
and its rouged, masculine and sexy.
Naturally contradicting gender roles;
Patriarchal ideology;
Our love is badass.
Going on runs in which I set our pace,
Sharing meals He slaves for in the kitchen;
Joyfully fantasizing:
Bare walls,
No seats,
Just cold concrete.
This is my version of our love poem...
