A Product of YOU

Written by: Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway

I am a product of everything you didn't do You are the white powder on my top lip As my body shakes and shifts Praying this will help my spirits lift Just a product of what you didn't do All I think, all I say, all I do The way I fall over and over again For the same no good  dude Knowing he'll beat me till black and blue I am a product of you Each time I look at a reflection of me A helpless version of you Is all I see Yet, Another cracked product of you Still searching, I look as if hooked On the natural curve of my blood stains lips Layers of clothes Hiding my natural born gifts Ripped pants over my bruises And heart shaped hips I am a battered version of you Each step I take is magnified Hiding the pain I bare inside Because of all you didn't do I walk with broken dreams and head held high A Broken heart Pumped with fake pride Infected with love lies  When reality is I just wish I'd die I am a broken product of you How about when I'm hit Or The way I scream When beaten and kicked And especially how my mind goes numb When mutilated and stripped All a product of what you didn't do You are the pain in the bottle I sip The liquor smell ingrained on my lips The reason I lose my grip On reality... I am just a fallen product of you You are the girlfriends I don't have And the only male companion I do You are the reason I'm cracked, now shattered Yet, you are my glue I am a defective product of all you didn't do Yet, the question still remains Who & where are you?  Lay