Promises
Promises can last – oh, but a week
Sleeping alone is too difficult.
And they say white women are weak.
Don’t fool yourself.
The tears I cry come from a place of strength.
Promises can last – oh, easy to see
Jerking off is too redundant
And they say white women don’t have rhythm.
Faithfulness bleeds.
I never said it would be easy.
I promised it wouldn’t be!
Promises.
I guess I just thought,
Stood up for more than a week.
About Me
- Yellow Dollhouse Girl
- I'm a journalist and freelance writer from Southern New Hampshire, whose had several poems and articles published in journals and magazines since 1995. I've received numerous awards from the New England Press Association for my work as a journalist. The mother of two sons, I stay busy coaching soccer and working full time as a writer/marketer. I am the sole producer and editor of H.O.P.E. – a new and zany zine about people whose lives have been touched by mental illness. I am currently writing my first novel, The Good Wife’s Reading Basket, and am working religiously on my Yellow Dollhouse memoirs. When the kids are in bed, I can be found glued to my computer, writing poetry and non fiction into the early morning hours or submerged in a Sylvia Plath biography. Most recently, I burn the midnight candle writing blogs: Yellow Dollhouses, Fat Bottomed Girl, and My Online (Oh so original blog title there) Journal.
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