TRUE BRED (A CONVERSATION BETWEEN LOVE AND ROMANCE)
Well, there you are, My awesome doppelganger
You will be me, but for the bright dress and eye filler
How beautiful you are, My belly is full of flies flitting
The resemblance is amazing, the agreement Is fitting.
Well, I guess I am better off, because they talk more of me
In Hollywood and in every Hood, I am the king they see
I have that effect on people, I dazzle and unsettle
But come dear friend, why do you look so brittle?
I bear the burdens of many people, I go hungry so they can eat
I cover the Nakedness of sundry people, I bend over so they can seat
I feel this call in the pit of my being, so I gladly obey
But you look like you can’t stand a fight, tell me what do you say?
A fight you say? Its for masochists, I flee at the sound of wrath
I can’t stand a challenge or bind a marriage, and that’s what is ought
I have myself to protect, so I go to the stark eyed teenager
I avoid the places of real tension and escape to places further
Why then do people say of you, “You are all it takes to live?!”
Why do they fight for you and lack for you, take it all without a sieve?
I am neglected when He chooses His woo and I land with a thump
Yet, they bind their hearts with cords of you and leave me in a dump!
Its true indeed, you could bind stronger, but that’s not what they want
An ecstasy, a fantasy , it is for these they pant!
Why you bother yourself do much? I have got this scene covered
I with men will make men happy, I am what the doctor ordered!
Where do you go when the sickness comes, when pain comes forward?
I saw you in her eyes when she said the vow, but you were missing at the ward
Where do you go when Money flees, when struggle alone cleaves long?
I know your pretty, but where do you go when beauty seems like dung?
Where were you when He raised His fist, why didn’t you stop her lips?
It was you who bound them in this ring, their scars are from your fists!
Why do you abandon so easily? When on her the eyes is not so easy
Couldn’t you bind his spirit to her’s as well, so trust is not so sissy?
So radiant in your red and white, While, my white skin is stained in red
My blood speaks of struggle and of the freedom to be a ‘true bred’
Bred by truth and raised to live like He did when to men he became Kindred
Your words strike true my dearest friend, but Your pointing fingers stray
I am but fulfilling my roles and reaching my goals, for this men do pray
When Men choose me and exclude you, they pick but one of a twin
For we were meant to walk hand in glove, Our spirits make us kin
If they looked to you and Held to me, their hearts will forever be bound
For when I cannot lift in times of pain, your what needs to be found
You’re the foundation, the house is to stand, am the pretty Murals on the wall
When they stand on top of me, to save myself, I have to ball!
Don’t be bothered that I am brighter, it’s because I am meant to be
Your Withering palms are firmer still, mine are slippery, I have to flee!
When they learn to let you hold, I’ll come sailing back on the winds of the sea
Love, true Love between a Man and a Dame is laced in a feeling so glorious, but to make the feeling the real thing is to seek an ending before it has even begun.
Love isn’t shaped like a heart , it is shaped like a cross!
© Chidike Samuelson, 2018