CAN'T BE WITH YOU

My Consciousness,
Has become my worse enemy,
Who am I?
I ask myself.

A woman in Love!
Or,
Just playing mean!
Every night I question myself.

I can’t run from you,
Though,
Is it right to run with you?
Will she get hurt?
Or,
Will she be better off?

Will you lose much?
Or,
Will you gain more,
Without her?

When I close my eyes!
Sure, I believe I can smell you,
Am I loosing my mind?

My imagination,
Are now my worse enemy.
What I have been dreaming!
I ask myself.

A woman in Love,
Or
Just playing mean,
Every night I question myself.

No! I am not mean
I keep telling myself
Do good women
Always ends up with wrong men?
Is it true?

Bad women get nice men!
Is that true?

Do a woman have to be mean,
Bad, and selfish,
Just to have a nice man?
Does that sound right?
I ask myself.

Now, my morals,
Are my worse enemy.
How can I do that?
I ask myself.

I would love to hold you
To kiss every part
Of your dark and strong body,
Then what?

Will I have you forever?
Or,
Will you be satisfied for a day?
Then tell me, “Good bye no hard feelings”
You prefer to be with her.

Mama told me,
To be aware of dogs
That’s what they do.

Have I become my worse enemy?
And break all my morals,
In the name of Love!

I can’t do that to a woman
Come back when you are single.

©Miriam Kinunda

Only a woman can save another woman from misery.