Tell Me About Yourself

"So, tell me about yourself."

He gives me this instruction flippantly.
But he doesn't seek a serious response apparently.
Since we began conversing, I'd identified his real interest;
One that his eyes declared before his lips formed a sentence.
It really wasn't difficult, he made it plain as day
And although my face kept his attention for a bit,
Clearly my chest held more sway.
The three layers of clothing I'd hoped would be my shield
Had failed at the job that was supposed to be in their field.
Rendering my precautionary steps pointless
Because with minds like his,
Even if I wore a steel armor, I'd still be undressed.

But he asked a question, and I digress.
I wonder what answer would be easiest for him to process...

Shall I tell him the bad, do I exaggerate the good?
Will it matter to him that at the moment my 3 little ones have had no food?
Do I go into details, or would he want plain facts?
I have been diagnosed with diabetes -
How about we talk on that?
I'm working to pay my fees at school,
To my last two exes I was a tool.
I used to steal at one time,
My father abandoned us when I was nine.
I've had to raise my siblings cus y'know,
Mom's got drinking problems - and keeps falling for jerks like you.
I struggled with depression in my teens because
It was unlikely that anyone could resist hating all that I was.
My body has always gotten me in trouble.
In fact, my last boss fired me and said I'd do better at a brothel.
I used to smile more when I was little.
I did that for a few more years -
But pretending life is good became too difficult
So I grew content with drowning in my tears.
I have a good voice, but I never sing.
Someone wanted to marry me once,
But my best friend stole the ring.
I've got a million questions about life, eternity, and Jesus.
I really I love my family and want to know if He would actually save us!
I need a break soon because I can feel myself slipping.
I'd call out for help one more time, but I've lost my voice asking.

But then, he doesn't REALLY want to know this girl.
So I pull up my camisole real high and shrug.

"There's nothing to tell."

xxx, Kwiksie.

Think_About_Me

#Think_About_Me

It’s convenient to forget

Acting in contradiction to your depth.

Playing solo and doing whatever you want to…

As though unaware that I’ve always got you.

So they don’t understand? Yeah I get it.

And the fact is everybody’s got their limit.

But before you get mad and throw a flesh-happy tantrum

Give me a thought for a second would you hon?

Lately relationships have been a mess and you’re irritated

Till it’s like every moment you hung in there’s been wasted.

You’re working really hard and still they’re giving you grief

Forgiving and appearing cowardly since all they want is beef.

So what’s the point if all your efforts keep biting the dust?

It’s like they owe you but you never stop paying these costs!

So you shut them out; they deserve neither love nor time

But before you made that decision tell me, did I cross your mind?

The question burning in your heart is “Why on earth do I bother?”

Your toil, pain & sweat lies disregarded yet they talk of honest labor.

Well mother always said opportunity comes but once,

And isn’t it the righteous who ought to be taking by force?

So forget the patient dog - you prefer flesh to bones

And it’s fine long as you get what you deserve, they’re on their own.

Because before you ever owned a bed, you imagine they’d all made theirs,

So is this why you revel in your greed and ignore the needy’s tears?

You may be thinking I’m a really hard person to please.

But those who know me would tell you that they disagree.

Please don’t assume you’re the only person stuff happens to

You’ve made me go through much worse…yet still I love you.

I do not want everything – just all of your heart;

‘Cus I could reach everywhere else as soon as I get that.

I’m very much in love with you, though often you think me a pain.

It’s little wonder you keep whining though…when you could just say my name...