Enough

Enough

I'm tired of being your pastime
Somebody to do until someone better comes along

The for right now girl
The one who isn't imagined in the future
My role as an adventure
A cool chick
But not someone for a commitment
The fun one, the raw one
The doncha wish your girlfriend was just like one
But not the girlfriend kinda one

And when I'm in the paper
And when you hear me on the radio
Or you see me on the TV
You can say to your friends

That used to be MY GYAL
or I know her
or I dated her
or I fucked her
or she was crazy about me
or she loved me

And when they ask you
“Why not anymore?”
What will you say?
She wasn't spontaneous enough
Underneath a building
In an alleyway
In the rain
Or she wasn't open enough
In high heels
Full body fishnet
Kama Sutra oil
Or she wasn't enough
Simultaneous orgasms
Good, game, and giving
Pushing personal boundaries

Where will you find what's right here, in one woman?

'Cause only you won't see it
Heard it so many times, it's like a mantra
“He didn't know how good he had it”
But someday this woman will be enough for one man
And one good man is all I need.



4:05am 19 November 2009 on school trip to Dangriga, bus on Hummingbird Highway
Should have listened to my second thoughts then... a pre-exorcism poem...

My Poetry

Like most people, I began writing poetry in the midst of adolescence. After some years as a "grow up", I threw out all those angsty little tidbits and decided that poetry was the thing of drama queens and literary giants, one of which I not longer wanted to be and the other that I never believed I could attain. Some years back, while teaching English at Muffles Junior College, I was complaining about how much I despised proctoring final examinations because of the boredom of walking around, saying nothing, for 2 consecutive hours. A co-worker of mine suggested I write a poem, so then I began writing only during final examinations and joked that I would produce an anthology when I retired called, "The Final Poem". Then something magical happened in August 2008, really magical because I can't identify the trigger. I began writing poetry in earnest. And some of it wasn't half bad. For a brief time, I was nearly obsessed with poetry, even thinking poetically. It was a bit disturbing, but I seem to have found a balance between working, living, and poetry. I will start sharing them here. All poems posted on this blog are created by me unless otherwise cited. Any comments would be appreciated.