Slapped
By: Julia L. Clark
To the forming of his flesh,
To the pounding of nature rain.
To the structure of oeuvre
Back muscles.
To the soul in his feet,
From the definition he imprints
To the breath of his in scents.
To the structure of his cheek bones
That forms the mile of smiles.
From the moment I almost died
To give him his first and second son.
Every time I thought,
I was to tired and over done.
From the millions of times I threw you out
Of my heart, to make you grow up
To see I am a shooting dart.
From the time you abused me,
And from the times I continue
To abuse you,
The day I tore up the marriage papers
And said,
By Jehovah will, take my fiancés because
I am through with you.
From the moment you told me you
Will fight to prove I am your match,
From the joy I feel to soon be renewing
My vowels, from a woman point of
View true love will always
Open its hand and across your face
Give you a re flash of you must stay
Union and in return give envy, and
Jealous a spit right back of a firm slap.
© Julia L. Clark Registration Number TXu-331-190, All rights reserv
Gold trophy winner
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