Long Ago

How it was a couple times.

Long ago.

Was that if a man didn’t realize.

Or recognize.

Or massage my talent.

To sing or write poetry.

And want to invest in me.

And lift me up.

Then they would cheat on me.

And not realizing that they’re investing.

In someone’s sex.

Thinking it’s going to be a bigger payout.

Then my talents.

And I can’t be mad.

If that’s not the person.

I would just move on.

I wasn’t concerned.

With what models they dated.

I cared about who I was.

As a person.

And how I treated and loved myself.

Which then bled to other people.