I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, you bitch you
Two kids who offend you, you bitch you
A spouse who had left you and wrecked you
You forgave, he’d disrespect you, reject you
Take off the symbol that connects you,
Love let flew words that hurt and affixed to, you bitch you.
One of your parents superficial, you bitch you
Always late to come and get you, you bitch you
Sometimes so drunk that she’d forget you, and if you
Said anything about it, hit you then dismiss you
I see your pain bitch, I get you, you bitch you.
Fight for attention at this school, you bitch you
Let a class mate give some dick to you bitch you
Got known as a bitch who is quick to
Let a male come and stick you, you bitch you
You long for love but no one sticks to
What they’ve pitched you
Cause all the men they see you went through, you bitch you
So how am I supposed to get to, you bitch you
Learned not to trust that shit is true, you bitch you
Because when others got this far with you, they’d ditch you
So you accept it as if it’s cool, you bitch you
I tried to build up something with you, you bitch you
But you’ve been damaged by what men do you bitch you
You couldn’t trust and that’s essential, you bitch you
Look what you did to the kid who,
Only ever tried to support, love, and mend you,
Protect, provide for, and uplift you
Rip out his heart just to tear that shit in two
Drag it through the mud and stomp it to bits boo
Something that only the craziest of chicks do
In my experience that label really fits you
This is something that I know I will get through
No thanks to you, fuck your bullshit too
You bitch you
This is a poem I’d written back in early/mid December. it’s part of a series that I’d started just a few weeks earlier where I write down a verse or a poem once per week. I am always “writing” poetry and lyrics in my head and by that I mean complete, with structure, edited and ready to be recorded. I’ve lost thousands of verses because I remember some and forget the rest. Some I remember partially and may reuse portions of in others. Lately I’ve wanted to try atypical patterns and constraints because I feel that some of the best work I’ve done in art and engineering have some out of endeavors with tight constraints. Writing things down slows me down which is a plus in some cases and a minus in some other cases. I’m not claiming here that this work is one of my best. It was written more for a SLAM than a “reading” so the timing can be off if you’re not familiar with slam style poetry but I stand by it as a work of mine.
I don’t use the word bitch to refer to women casually or even cavalierly in anger. I’m one of the few men out there that respects the women in my life as women and I think it’s detestable to call women bitches. There are times when it seems like specific individuals are campaigning for bitch of the moment and in those cases I see no problem with you letting them know that they have been elected. I wanted to explore the idea of having sympathy for someone due to their journey to becoming an abuser. The use of bitch here is compound irony. I 100% mean bitch when I use it in the vernacular sense. I very rarely ever use it that way but this person has been abusive to the point of causing me to have a PTS breakdown using my past trauma against me yet my inclination is to protect them from the world that doesn’t understand them because my history of abuse has groomed me to put another persons needs above my own and this is me rebelling against that. There are layers.
I’ve taken what I heard about Ms upbringing and committed to a pattern and constraint and created to following. There is a little artistic license so no one should take this as a statement of fact about her life. It’s a concept piece that as far as I know is about 99% true but then again my experience with M has told me that she will lie for sympathy so 🤷🏽♂️