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Dating the Devil The Deflowerer..I'll make all your hurt feel so worth it, I'll make all these wrongs feel so right

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Unappreciated Poem-Fed up BlackWoman

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When I come home he's in his own zone without not even the slightest interest in how wrong or right my day could've been. I always ask how was his day of work of work and he constantly cut down my hopes of a normal conversation with the same old dry answer "work is work". I know my worth as a woman, I'm getting fed up with him expecting me to do for him and he won't for me or even notice me. I don't know how far he think my love will stretch but it's not elastic or easily broken like plastic,it can be twisted with limit. I'm tired of all his excuses & verbal abuse especially when his "justification" is he never had a father. If I'd known that he wasn't grown as he portrayed I wouldn't have bothered with him and stayed on my own instead of being used up like some old dirty stance socks. I've given him chance after chance except this time, I've made a stance against this negligence. I'm not going to pretend everything is alright anymore. When I get my hair did all he sees is "weave & it ain't mine",I've heard "I could've just did the nails myself and saved money"about nine times, & last of all he doesn't notice I've given my all to him. I don't care for the money and its issues been delivered to me, I know how get my own so no more relying a unreliable man. No more getting on facebook to see him liking another woman's picture and she doesn't even have real! I'm tired of keeping track of my "man" like I'm one of his fans following him on Twitter. No more sweet girl that makes his favorite food in the world, he can go get all that from whoever he tweets. Maybe I'll start dressing up and going out to nightclubs with my friends like he does. Maybe somebody worthwhile might get a rub in on me and I just let out all my frustration in a wild one night stand. But I can't pretend be that type of girl at all no matter the problem with him big or small. I love this boy but that's exactly what he'll always be, I'm not some plastic toy that can be twisted around and bound to his pocket. He's lost the key to the Locket of my heart and I appreciate all he's done but I'm past my point of no return.

 -sincerely a fed up black woman 

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