A doughty dusky stranger caught my heart
As he was drawling dubiously to me
The dutiful emaciated woman of my own
Not knowing that he was insolent
I don’t hate him
Yet I don’t love him

He brought joy and humiliation
By enticing me entirely
He left me dopey and dominated
And waited to hear that I was a dunce
I don’t hate him
Yet I don’t love him

I felt the pinch while waiting bitterly
Wishing I never emerged to this edgy world
Waiting for him to eradicate what I felt
To enliven me like he did yesterday
I don’t hate him
Yet I don’t love him

I’ve refrained regretting what I am
A bold beautiful permissive woman
I got my way and I stand today
Knowing what I want and
It is not him