I'm Done

Didn't you know my dear.
You took 2 years to know you
broke my love for you.

You broke it the day
You refused to let me go home.
The day you hated to see the child in my arms.

The day you failed to call on me to check
if I was dead or alive despite being sick
and alone with a child in the house.

The day you argued about how much electricity
I consumed.. me and your infant child.

The day you determinedly forgot my birthday
The day you insisted on watching me paint the house
despite knowing I was exhausted.

The day you slashed open your arms
with a knife and called for divorce.

Since then. I was a nurse and not your wife.
I was a mother and not your lover.
I held on because I had a child to fend for.
I had aging parents and no job.
I had a family to hold together.

I was warrior looking to keep
her cocoon intact.
I painted and cooked. Sang and cleaned.
Drove and dated you.
For you carried the tag of being my child's father
And that was my everything.

That child was worth dealing with your mania
Your mean spirit and your mediocrity
That child was worth holding on for..
That child is worth it.

For that child: I will withstand your legal battle
For that child: I will refuse to back down.
For that child: I will go on.
For that child: I will not give up.