Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

My birthright

I beseech,

I implore thee

you may not

treat me like a queen

but

the wish to be respected

as a human

is my birthright

glow in their house

there is always a glow

in somebody else’s house

looking from the outside

but

you cannot imagine

your house

to have the same luminosity

when others

view you in your home

so

It always is not true

what glitters…

is not always heaven

stranger

we loved each other

it was our world

but

I don’t know when

you

became a stranger

and

our lives changed

life and death

death scares me

as does life

but

it would be a lot easier

with you by my side

It is not about feminism

you raise your voice

you disrespect me

you lose me

because

it is not about feminism

but it is all about

self respect

marital discord

Sleeping in separate rooms

The whirring of the air conditioner

Keeps me company