Has Two Eyes But Cannot See

Oh why? Oh why?
Do I always cry?
It never really did any good
And that’s one thing I never understood
It’s the way I vent ‘cause my life’s so bent
All out of shape
Because of the rape
When I was only seven
I should’ve gone to heaven
But He made me stay
‘cause it’s the only way
to figure it out
What’s life all about?
And now I’m 29
And at the end of the line
It’s time to be me
But he just doesn’t see
What’s locked inside
Of his foolish pride?
To him this is life 
And I am his wife
I want to be me
But he just doesn’t see
I don’t want to be poor
I want a lot more
A much better life
But I am his wife
I’m really not allowed
To feel happy or proud
I keep it inside
There’s no place to hide
The way that I feel
So here’s the deal
This is how it’s going to be
I’m going to be me
I’m getting a job
I’m not going to be a slob
For the rest of my life
Whether or not I’m his wife
Because of a friend
My life’s on the mend
To much brighter days
I’m almost out of the haze!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace