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Response Poem
You Said
Marquesha Babers
You said,
Maybe if I lost a little weight
But maybe not
Because I still can’t change my face
You said I’ll always look like this
And I’m not exactly model status.
I said,
You told me you would be there through any weather.
Now it’s pouring and storming
And you just ran off with my umbrella.
You said I must have fallen and bumped my head
You said I must be dreaming.
I said,
Then why does this feel like a nightmare?
I’m not scared, just more hurt than anything.
You said,
It might be better if I died and came back reincarnated
as a beauty queen
Because right now I’m “not doing too good with this beauty
thing,”
You said,
Stop
Stop making excuses to be useless.
You said the only reason people would be attracted to me is
Because of my breasts
And in the back of my mind I’m thinking,
Makes sense,
I mean
People have actually asked me my bra size
Before they asked me my name
So I said,
I’m going to start wearing hoodies to test this theory
To see if you couldn’t see my chest how many people would
come near me,
You said you would be willing to bet your whole life savings
on “zero.”
You said,
How many people do you know that want to be seen
Holding hands with the likes of you?
You said, “Zero.”
I had a reply in the back of my mind . . .
But I stayed silent.
So you can front like I’m not everything you need and want.
But when the money is gone and so are the girls,
Don’t try to come creeping back into my world,
Hiding behind bushes
Like I can’t see your shadow
Because I like to go deep-sea diving,
And you’re just
A little too . . .
Shallow.
Get Writing
Look in.
SHOUT out.