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Tyrone Leon Jackson Johnson

Christopher Davis

Impress me.
Dress me.
Work me;
Creatively.

Our life all a farce.
You had a loyalty fetish
Or so you said.
“I will always be with you no matter what.”

As narcissistic as you wanna’ be,
You wined me, dined me,
And fucked me
Literally.

You cheated on me
        While you left your loyalty with me.
I raised our son;
You gave me grief;
I made you dinner,
You gave me shit.

I brought my heart to bear
Holding it in my hands
Arms extended for days, months, years
Until my arms shook.

Whenever you came home,
It was always temporarily.

You brought hate,
A virus, which denies love-
Hate for our family
For our son
For me
Our happy home destroyed
Because you avoid
Love for you and us.

You took a sledge hammer
And smashed
The sofa
And broke the windows
You broke my heart-
Shaped box
The only thing left intact
Is the freezer which kept your frozen artificial heart in
Next to the chilled beer steins
And old freezer burned ice cream.
Way in the back your heart pulses faintly
As it grows tainted in the coldest, deepest part.

You came home with a virus of heat
Ready to kick us out and fire us
As your family
As your life.
Your substance abuse,
Your cheating,
Your lying,
Created the disease once referred to as the gay cancer
Which grows within you.
You fucked us once,
But we don’t want to get fucked again,
Because we will inherit the HIV-the AIDS
Which are your awards
For your self-loathing
And hatred for us.
You destroyed
And continue to.
RIP my love who is now dead to us
And alive
At the same time.

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