A poem

[MgtowWaveParticipant 4352]

<p style=”text-align: center;”>I made him remember my name</p>
 
<p style=”text-align: center;”>I made him remember my name.
From the first moment he met me
I made sure that I would find a way
To be a permanent part of his memory.
I wanted him all to myself.
All for myself.
All by myself.
And I was determined to have him.
He told me I was different.
I told him to his own words he should probably listen….And take heed
Because he didn’t know just how true
Those words that he spoke
Would cause his life to almost be choked
And beaten
And threatened
Out of his control.
I made him remember my name.
See, when he met me,
I didn’t appear threatening
To his well being
Or his emotional feelings.
I’m classy with a great smile,
An endearing personality by the mile</p>
 
<p style=”text-align: center;”>And enough charisma to put a person in denial….
About who I really am.
He thought he had the upper hand,</p>
 
<p style=”text-align: center;”>And I let him think it.</p>
 
<p style=”text-align: center;”>That’s the trick to this game,
To let your opponent think they are winning it.
But I quickly lured him in
Little by little
To this deadly web that I spin.
I did everything for him and I never let him forget it.
I controlled all of the money including how he spent it.
I made him remember my name.
I made him believe that I was just a woman
catering to her man
But what I was truly doing was gaining the upper hand.
I gave him love better than he ever received
I fulfilled the physical desires that his body need.
I gained his love.
I gained his trust.
I gained his dependency.
I gained his lust.
And once I had all of that
Then I had all of him.
And I held onto it
But I chipped away at it.
Piece…
By piece…
By piece.
So subtly….
That he didn’t even know I was doing it.
I made him remember my name.
I would build him up extremely high
But break him down twice as deep.
I would tell him that I hated him
And turn around and say I needed him</p>
 
<p style=”text-align: center;”>With the same breath.
I would get angry and destroy his things
I would tell him that he couldn’t be loved by anyone else.
As long as I was happy,
He was safe.
If I was unhappy
He paid for it with his face.
I made sure he always would question if I mean it.
But I beat him so bad I made him think I had the penis.
But what did I care?
Who would believe him?
Who could he turn to?
With whom could he share?
Everyone would dismiss his verbal pleas
Saying he was a man
And I am a vessel that’s weak.
They would tell him to man up
And make him feel shame
But what do I care.
I made him remember my name.</p>
<p style=”text-align: center;”>By Shawnda Kettles</p>
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<p style=”text-align: center;”>@KM Feel free to take this down if its inappropriate.I noticed it at AVFM this morning and think its very thought provoking and something that probably demonstrates   the thought process of women who abuse men.</p>
 

frankly my dear i don't give a damn

[Mango IngawayParticipant 2264]

How about ” To women as far as I’m concerned” by D.H. Lawrence ?

The feelings I don’t have I don’t have
The feelings I don’t have, I won’t say I have
The feelings you say you have, you don’t have
The feelings you would like us both to have, neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have .
If people say they’ve got feelings, you may be pretty sure thay haven’t got them.
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
You’d better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.

It is a common failing of childhood to think that if one makes a hero out of a demon the demon will be satisfied.

[MgtowWaveParticipant 4352]

“See, when he met me,
I didn’t appear threatening
To his well being
Or his emotional feelings.”

Appearances can be very deceiving.

 

So now i find it much better to go my own way

frankly my dear i don't give a damn

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