I can see the love in your eyes.

I can see the ache of your back and the gentleness you earn as you age upon this earth.

A woman’s worth, above fine jewels and pure gold.

They are high on the totem pole for mistreatment and abuse. There’s no burden like the burden women carry. Men wanting the privilege of beating them on both ends. Either you love me and treat me fair or you’ll have nothing from me and live your life in despair. I do long to have you and to hold, but I won’t dare bare the burden of mistreatment and live my life in fear.

Sadly not all women can make such a speech, and continue breathing air. Torn between the grief of being shunned if they were to leave or face the continuation of abuse. Can’t find their voice, because being a women means living without a choice. “There’s no speaker to amplify my voice. So what’s the point in speaking when I have no crowd to listen, no mic to speak and no speakers to increase my volume to a heart-piercing key.”

Men, how they howl and beg for whats between our legs?

Drool for the care of a woman.

Long for their mothers touch.

I heard a comedian say that if he was a woman he’d never be hungry or poor. We’ve got the sweetest honey, and the dew is always wet. But neither one guarantees your safety. when a lot of men think we ought to stay bent at the knees. Run to him, when he calls. Act pleased when we’re obviously pissed.

women of the world, tread a thin, fine line. As thin as silk, we tread it lightly although we’re shoved upon its course. High above the ground we walk, slowly we learn how to walk. With just enough twist to catch an eye, but not too much or we’ll fall from grace for being too attractive. (to the wrong eyes) Not a hoe, not a virgin. ( some magical place inbetween) Loyal but not foolishly attached. A freak but not a slut or completely to adventuress for things considered taboo. Smart but not challenging. Friendly but not overly nice. Can take a joke, Although we don’t find it funny.

With all of those demands to think some men still want to beat your ass. Verbally abuse you, confine and genocidally confuse you. Confine you to a small space in life. As if your happiness will bring his dimise

Women of the world, I see you. The love you give and the hate that you suppress. I see you, ten thousand miles away. Men call this place heaven on earth, but sometimes its a hellish gruesome place if your born a woman. Sprinkled all throughout time, women have been unfortunate to the least. Have their own children grow up and mistreat them all because they are male and she’s a feminine soul.

Women of the world I see you, you’re worth more than pure gold, rubies, onyx, black opal, RED DIAMONDS, yellow, blue and white. Purls, ten thousand camels, sheep’s, forty hard stripes. When a man finds a wife, he finds a good thing beyond value. So women of this world I see you.

I love him like I’ve never, ever loved somebody. Warmest embrace I’ve ever lived to know. I’m not easily moved, nor emotionally inclined.

Still, sometimes we fight.

But never in synch, it’s funny how we click with a hint of disagreement. I call him and he refuses to enter my presence. Leaving me filled with feelings of momentary rejection. Him telling me he can’t interupt me at my job, I don’t need to see him that bad.

Lulling me and telling me to just wait. “Yaselynn be strong, Girl its hasn’t even been five maybe six hours since we parted ways.”

Yet I throw a fit.

Either I ingnore him and he’s wondering why. Then it flips and I start crying and begging for his return. Because as I’ve said he’s got the sweetest embrace; that I’ve had the privilage to swaddle up to at night.

I love him. No one else can compare or tale his place.

My mother got knocked out, My father he lost the race too.

I love him, I could sing his name all day. It’s the best toon.

He’s cool and we all know I’m cute so togther we’re fly.

But I can’t lie, theres times I want to choke him and watch him die.

Ending in a hot persute, beacuse I would die of heartache and grief. All before we could decide on a picture for his obituary.

I love this man so deep.

Now back to the part about when we fight.

When we go at it, its because I ignored his calls the night before. He leaves me tons of messages and missed (Ignored calls). And at that moment I swear he’s pathetic. Thinking, “Bruh leave me alone, I swear I can go a few days without contact.”

Conclusion, I’m a bit foolish.

To tell the honest to goodness truth, the longest I’ve gone is quite sad. I’ve ignored his calls, texts, and pop up, its a surprise visit at my job. “Why you didn’t answer me?”

Mmm, not even a full 24 hours. Because, without him, I just get all sad. When I sprint for my annual emancipation streak.

I crash and go through all five stages of grief.

1.Denial

2.Anger

3.Bargaining

4. Depression

5.Acceptance

I love this man. He doesn’t even have to kiss me to make me feel this way. Just his presence is a reassurance of our bond. I love him deep, deep, so deep. It comes from a different part of me.

Soon, its really soon.

I’ll love him fully and embrace him every day. Even on the days, I want to forget he exists.

My eyes look sunken in and all my coworkers whisper and try to be nice. To tell me I look tired. I try to muster a smile and say its because I’ve been thinking of him. Trying to remember why my book, tv show, TEDx video, stretching and even bathing was more important than him.

I love him and I thank God this man is faithful to me. Even though sometimes he ignores me, but that’s usually in response to me pissing him off five maybe even six times before. He knows how much I need him. I love him and he’s my good night sleep.

I love him.

Sincerely,

Dear sleep. 🙂