porter.poetry
a place for thoughts, words, and everything in between 🖤🤍
porter.poetry
a place for thoughts, words, and everything in between 🖤🤍
a place for thoughts, words, and everything in between 🖤🤍
a place for thoughts, words, and everything in between 🖤🤍
i thought i needed a man in my life
to guide me through every decision
wondering why i wasn’t ever happy
not realizing it was because of them
who they were, what they represent
how things have changed until now
living my life happily with my wife
not fretting over storms in teacups
my friends had been begging me
for a seldom had girls’ night out
i thought of tons of valid excuses
knowing i wouldn’t hear the end
an ultimate motivation to say yes
we picked a bar that was close by
within a walking distance for me
half way when men grabbed me
heels falling down to the ground
shoving me quickly in the trunk
cruising around for many hours
not knowing what would occur
on the end of a tragic night out
i moved into my grandma’s house
she only lived a block away
it was the summer of my senior year
and i needed a place to stay
she made up her spare room for me
a dresser and an old twin bed
it was humble but it would suffice
as a place to lay my head
that first night i turned in early
kicked my shoes off with a sigh
but i couldn’t get any sleep at all
because i could hear a baby cry
the next morning i asked my grandma
if there was a baby in the neighborhood
her face went slack so suddenly
as she said it was time i understood
she said i was supposed to be a twin
but my brother never made it out
when my mother realized what happened
all she could do was cry and shout
opting out of going to the hospital
my mother wanted control of her womb
so she decided to have the babies at home
right in my grandma’s spare room