Welcome to Episode Three! Be sure to check the blog for for previous episodes.
Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado…
Ghetto Love
He’s the most consistent of them all
Daily texts and good morning calls
Hey Beautiful, have a good day
And may God send many blessings your way
He tells me that I’m his diamond in the rough
A true gem that he didn’t treasure oddly enough
When I loved him, I loved him hard
But he was a victim of the ghetto all tattered and marred
He was young and dumb, to thug life he had succumb, yet he didn’t have a clue
Still I loved him the same, other side of the game, shouts out to Ms. Badu
But change is inevitable like the shifting of tectonic plates
I had to move on because destiny awaits
My love for him is unwavering, it will always stay
If he’s ever in dire need I’ll be there right away
Right now it’s crazy there’s a war going on
As much as I’d like to reciprocate affection I must stay strong
The Universe tells me that I’m needed on the front lines
If our love was meant to be it will be in due time
Inspiration
I wrote this poem due to my undying love for a former boyfriend. We met at 19 years old and dated for almost a decade. We literally grew up together! I’m currently 37 years old and I can say that he’s the only man I’ve dated that loved ALL of me. Every roll and curve on my body — all of my idiosyncrasies and flaws. I accepted his for a time as well; but, as we got older we grew apart and had different goals in life. Plus his lifestyle and addictions became too much for me.
I reference Erykah Badu’s classic song, “Otherside of the Game” because it related to our situation at the time. In this song, she sings about her love for a man whose behaviors are counterproductive to the success of their relationship.
In many of my poems I was compelled to say something like, “The Universe tells me I’m needed on the front lines.” I always feel like God is using me for a bigger purpose that I have yet to fully understand. In this case, I felt that our love hate relationship was not helping me get that message. So what did I do? I put pen to paper and pressed on.
Do you have a past love or current love that you can’t shake? Or did this poem evoke other memories for you? If so, tell me all about it in the comment section below.
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Perresia Cortez 