Poem "Untitled"

You stand there
not surprised
as another door
closes right in
your face.

You hear footsteps,
walk away without care.
You hear no hesitations
as if,
maybe,
there had been a mistake.

It is no surprise to you
that there are no requests for
forgiveness.

In that moment
there is no one in the world
but you.
Well, at least in your world.

What is it about you
that made him run away
than to stay
when you needed him the most?

What is it about you
that made him feel
that real communication
came in the form of
insults and fists?

What is it about you
that made him
abandon you.
As if, he forgot that
he was ever in love
with your mother?

What happened to make you tired?
What happened to make you cry?
What happened to make you doubt yourself?
What happened to make you break?

You don't know and don't care about
the psychology of the Black Woman.

You could care less about our state of mind,
unless, it benefits you.

It takes too much time, too much energy.

Hell, to them, you're just not worth it.