Knock Knock, Who's there?

Location

Detroit, MI
United States

He approached my life like entering a strange home

Wrapped up in his presence, without my knowledge he entered my dome

 

Knock knock he went, awaiting for me to open up

Mama told me don't open the door for strangers, but with a flashing smile, my common sense he fucked

 

Reading his mind, I did what the mind spoke

There we stood, 2 infants in mind but thoughts of old wise folk

 

I thought he was different, he just thought I was something new

Uncomfortable & shy, easily persuaded, tangled in the bait he threw

 

Knock Knock he went wanting to enter my presence 

Confused at first, he quickly taught me wordly lessons

 

Low confidence, but he made me feel like a woman

3 months top, I swear our love could with stand

 

I had all the time in the world to show my love for this man

But his patience had run out, it was time to rush the plan

 

Knock knock he went as he touched my lip

A kiss the directed his digtals to take a dip

 

Knock Knock he went, as he laid on his throne

By this time I reached a love for him I had never known

 

Knock Knock he went, as my figure he unrobbed

Aware of what was next, suddenly my body froze

 

Wait, this is not what I was ready for, something I did not want to do

As I expressed my thoughts to him, someone different grew

 

No meant no, hell no, please stop it

To him it meant, take what you want her words dont mean shit

 

Through out these 5 months he knocked so much

Knocked so that on my door he left his touch

 

He knocked for this & knocked for that

What was I thinking, I should listened to mama a while back

 

The on thing he did not knock for can never be returned

Trying to get it back, double jeropdy, court adjourned

 

He did not knock before invading my space

He did not knock before damaging my triangle place

 

He did not knock to blossum my flower

He did not knock, he took it like a corward

 

He did not knock before topping my sundae with an rotten cherry

He did not knock before forcing my "girlfriend" & his johnson to marry

 

He did not knock before he broke the lock on my pocketbook

Without knocking, home invasion of my womanhood

 

Arriving with a knock

Leaving behind broken locks

 

With all the knocking that is around

Doors now  made of steel so I cant hear the sound

 

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