
I find it funny when men say
that I’m bitter.
I’m not bitter, I’m tired
I’m tired of
having my time played
with, my body use
my heart exposed
my body betrayed–
I’m not bitter, I’m tired.
I’m tired of the
assumption being
that
“I’m always gonna
be there for you”
and you never there
for me but if you are
there for me it could
only be in these
capacities by which
you can count
between your index
and your thumb
I’m not bitter, I’m tired
I’m tired of phone calls
that don’t come
dates which never arrive
and children you never see
I’m not bitter, I’m tired
I’m tired of the rebuilding
I’m tired of telling my heart
that we can’t do this again
I’m tired of my mind
to be like Mrs. Smith
on that one couch
in that one movie
where she looked
at the ceiling with tears
she sucked back into her
soul when she said
you don’t love him
I’m not bitter I’m tired
I’m tired of having
this love inside of me
so deep
so rich
so real
and I have no one
to give it to other
than pen and paper
my children
for the love of my God
for the protection of my people
I’m not bitter, I’m tired
and like any other girl
who listens to her mother
with the wisdom
of her father
I have learned to go
Where I am wanted
Lusted and celebrated.
I don’t have enough
Sugar to make lemonade.
That’s a sugar only
Beyonce has.
-JBHarris, April 2022