Thursday, July 15, 2010


You want me
You don’t.
You’re hot
You’re cold.
You love me
So what?
I may love you
I have limits too
I am not a toy
That you manipulate.
Put on the shelf
To Bring out
When, you are ready to play.
I have feelings too
I am human
I have goals
I have desires
If you can’t fulfill them
Neither reach them
Don’t use excuses
“I am inadequate”
“It hurts me too”
You don’t know hurt
Like I do
That is why
I am immune to it.
Don’t use another
To fight your battles
Be a man
Stand strong
Be firm
When the storm comes
Conquer all
Or I will be gone.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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