Rainbow Suite #2 [This Torrid Affair]
This torrid affair we had is done
i think i speak for us both when i say it was getting a tad stale.
u dangle the carrot on the string for me to swat at like a kitty at play posted on the cubicle of the wall of the office cat lady who wreaks of moth balls and such
and i giggle
and i laugh
and then i cry
then i spit sometimes not so idle threats about slashing tires
of putting a bullet hole between your eye
i – dont – like – games
it’s getting old.
and no matter how many daps or soul claps.
nods of acceptance
you give me
shoulders to lean on in moments of lapsed sensibilities…
you don’t truly F with me
oh, silly Richard!
i can hear you now.
put your head on my shoulder while the world kicks your ass
and i pick you up and tell you it’s not your fault
and how handsome you are
and how you were made in God’s image
and i smile and nod my head and tell you to do the same,
because studies show that Monkey see-Monkey do
i learned that from my mom.
it’s the “Mary Kay” technique to selling.
BABY SELL iT!
and after i sell you a dream and you trot off with your penis happily bouncing between your legs ready to embark on another adventure of only Who-Gives-a-Fuck-What
i roll my eyes and mutter: “Jerk”
He hasn’t got a clue.
My dear Richard,
i’m writing to tell you this torrid love affair is through.
and no baby we can’t work it out
and no it’s not that simple — we just can’t kiss & try again or start over
Well Fuck You Too!
No, no, no, no
You silly fool you.
i take that back.
Yes fuck me.
i love to fuck me and i do it quite nicely in fact,
…but this letter is about you, and i’d like to keep it that way
While you’ve been clearing your mind i’ve had time to clear mine
Well not really, but
God granted me a moment of clarity and in that brief intermission from the kayos of fuckery i envisioned equality
A world where i wasn’t called Bitch when stating my opinion
Told i was being mouthy when stating what i would not stand for
Or called arrogant for reminding you of my resume of skills & accomplishments when conveniently overlooked in your male-dominated business groups
Perhaps Martin was on to something with that dream of his…
See, i can dream too.
Except in my dream Ethnicity was obsolete.
Everyone was the same color and the world knew Martin was a philanderer.
The great dividing line was positioned between the legs.
i was being pushed to the end of a rainbow by an angry mob
i had a needle and thread and sheer determination to close the gap one way or another
i woke up.
This colored girl refuses to be pushed to the end of her rainbow by you or any DICK.
[get it: Richard…Dick]
So to you i say: “This Torrid Love Affair Is Through.”