Betrayal Poem

I wrote this poem during my sophomore year in high school. This was about a friend who was having a hard time with her close group of friends, one in particular.

How could you?

Best friends, pals, buds forever

We had forever

We had eternity

Sharing our lives, our secrets

Did you just forget?

I never told a soul

Never let your secrets leak

Defended you with all I had

Stood by your side.

What do you want?

You've betrayed me

You've killed me!
I cry for the first time
My soul now too weak
To cope with you
I hoped for you
Stood up and died for you
And this is how you pay me?
You betray me
Who else knows?
Should I spill like you?
Kill like you?
Subvert like you?
Hurt like you?
No, no.
My mind hurts too much
To think, at one time it was your touch
That could make me happy.

Me By Definition

, This is me. The definition of me as a woman. It’s loving, caring, nurturing. It’s also periods, PMS and hormones. It’s being discriminated in the workplace. It’s difficulty in traveling in the dark. It’s barely tight heels and barely fitting, accentuating jeans. It’s jokes on how I can’t drive. It’s suppressing my anger up for domestic peace. It’s a life-long affair with clothes, cosmetics jewels and fashion. It’s defending my emotions, my thoughts, my gender. It’s never-ending shopping, cooking, cleaning and housekeeping. It’s giving birth. It’s healing, soothing and guiding. It’s hard work, sleepless nights, diagnostic dilemmas, cancer, dying, death and abortion. It’s being taken for granted. It’s friendship that is caring, sharing, comforting, joking and laughing together. It’s envy, jealousy and betrayal. It’s silent sadness. It’s secrets. It’s dressing up just for the sake of dressing up. It’s approval of self. It’s confidence in self. It’s love of self.