Poetry-Told What To Do
You cringe at every request I make of you. You get angry when I put my needs into words. You despise me to telling you what to do, which way to go, how to do things a little better or easier. All because I remind you of your mother or any woman that stripped you of your manhood and disrespected you in a hurtful way.
When did I become your enemy or your past instead of being your help-mate and best friend? What can I do to changed how you hear my words. Bottom line is, unless you love me with your whole heart, you will never be able to see through love’s eyes or hear me with love ears. Love is being humble and submit to each other.