Cycle

Too broken to love she is, 
Too broken to love she was,
She chased the ones who loved her,
She kept the ones that didn't,
He said I want you in the worst way,
Blindsided by the fact she was just a feature trophy,
In his case full of Lustful conquests,
The liquor amplified her demons,
Rendering her guardian angel obsolete,
Spreading her legs wide open,
Tongue caressing her clit,
Spineless.... she almost seemed,
Eyes beamed towards the heavens,
Grip tightening on his head,
As the blood in her body confused her,
Sensations of heat & cold, 
The temporary paralysis ensued,
She stuck to him like glue,
Melanin in her skin maintaining her hue,
While he mercilessly carried out the coup,
Ravaging all her defenses defenseless,
Mission accomplished.
Satisfied he left,
Her,
Laying,
Nothing to reassure her he'd be back,
Back to hug her,
Hug her like how her vaginal walls,
Hugged his penis,
Back to nourish her spirit,
Same way she climaxed his,
Blank stare in her face,
Unanimous resolve,
He said,
I'll hit you up as he walked out,
Not like she heard him,
Leave,
His footsteps fading through the stairs,
A feeling eerily familiar,
A Deja vu it was,
The man leaving while she hugged on her mother,
Crying together they did,
I'm never coming back,
The voice said as the door slammed shut,
From the reality of how to be loved,
Her father failed,
To prepare her for this opportunistic arena,
Where a woman is considered filthy,
When the men involved are iffy,
She's smarter now,
Nonetheless  a slave,
Master of sexual endeavors,
As they penetrate her precious fruit,
Her mindset is set as the giver,
Healer of the man's main illness,
She inherited from her father's abandonment,
Neglecting to discern he morphed her,
To everything,
He hated about his mother....

LAO