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Shelitha Harris Poem
Seems as if I lost myself
Forgot myself
Left me behind
Neglected I.
Selected an alternate being
Infringed upon my own personality
I’ve been selfishly abandoned
Vacated
Became a derelict
And now I’m desperate
In need of a meeting
Featuring the guest speaker of me, myself, and I.
Hi me, meet myself.
How do you do?
Well, now that you ask, I’m slightly confused
Down with the blues.
And have not a clue were me, myself, and I departed.
Maybe if I knew…..
I mean if I could remember…..
We may reunite again
Repair yourselves with super glue.
It’ll be as if we’re brand new!
Well, maybe slightly used.
How could this be?
How could I loss me?
I was together, my sh** was perfect
Perfection got the best of me
And when precision failed, as it always does
I couldn’t find the rest of me.
So invested in me.
That was the test for me.
Examine me please!
This cannot be my destiny
Living my days not knowing me
Egotistically denying myself
Supporting only I
Loving the hushed, myself
Who keeps us separate.
NO this cannot be.
This WILL not be.
I love the entirety that constructs me
The identity composing me
The simple thoughts, words, and actions
That makes me, unique.
Yes this is me!
This is myself!
This is I!
-S Harris*
Copyright © Shelitha Harris | Year Posted 2010
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Shelitha Harris Poem
Its funny how
I moved on
And you insist on singing
The same ole song
Describe me as serial monogamist
Defining me a unable to commit
Was I committed to you
When I gave you my time?
Committed to you when I trusted your words?
Committed when I introduced you as my man?
Committed when I remained a friend?
I suppose the hundreds of miles and towns in between
When we were inseparable didn’t mean a thing.
The tears I cried, the feeling I felt, the words I spoke
Were all in vain
After all I am a serial monogamist.
Incapable of the late nights full of true thoughts.
Indecisive, although without a doubt it was you I once longed for.
Now that I have failed you
Or you have failed me
I’m the only one incapable of truly being in love.
Now I suppose you included no hand in driving me away.
Although you never fought for me to stay.
Never agreed on making change.
Compromised has never been your friend.
If the definition fits
I’ll be a serial monogamist
To void unhappiness with men like you.
Uncompromising geniuses,
That only speak the “truth“.
A truth that dissolves like smoke in the night.
A shapeless truth with no meaning in my life.
I will not apologize for being imperfect,
And I’m quit sure I’m right where God wants me.
Unfortunately it doesn’t include a commitment to you.
Sincerely,
Serial Monogamist
-S Harris*
Copyright © Shelitha Harris | Year Posted 2010
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