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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Last Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last man I was with helped me feel small<br>An attempt to make his soul seem tall<br>At first enthralled<br>What I found in his arms would make my mother appalled<br>My love for him filled me with shame<br>He would not call to hear me say his name<br>Our Love was his private game<br>He did not wish to see my face<br>I was not fit to share his space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last man I was with refused to share his light <br>And made me feel like I was creation's blight<br>He hid me from his inner world's sight<br>Too lost to see I was his tool<br>Never would he consider me a jewel<br>His private whore<br>Hidden behind a cast iron door<br>Illegal contraband<br>Not allowed through customs and into his land</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last man I was with would not eat from my hands<br>Offered different brands from bottles + cans<br>The food I prepared, <br>Were my cooking methods impaired? <br>I could not comprehend<br>Why me he would offend.<br>Why my loving labor was ignored? <br>While the gap between my thighs he kissed and adored<br>Deaf to the rhythm of my heart beats<br>Would never hold my hand and walked down streets<br>What's my favorite color? <br>From whence do I draw my power? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The last man I was with shielded all he did<br>All that he called sacred he carefully hid<br>He demanded that I obeyed his law<br>And I started to mistrust what I saw<br>Never dared to care where I lay my head<br>What I did to pay for my bread<br>He passes judgment from above<br>No empathy, not a dropp of love<br>He has moved on with nary a sigh<br>Dismissive. No, not even a proper goodbye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last man I was with Insulted my essence<br>And did not want to publicly share my presence<br>With me he did not want to be fused<br>I was just another tool to be used<br>Harsh words, never rarely kindness<br>Only in an effort to induce spiritual blindness<br>To hide his dark intent<br>Said he loved me<br>But treated me with contempt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last man I was with used me and he lied<br>I love him so, I still wish I were by his side<br>So much pain, thought my heart would stop beating; <br>That my lungs would cease breathing.<br>The last man I was with hated me.<br>The last man I was with helped me hate myself</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Monciana+Edmondson">Monciana Edmondson</a><div class=q>
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An attempt to make his soul seem tall
At first enthralled
What I found in his arms would make my mother appalled
My love for him filled me with shame
He would not call to hear me say his name
Our Love w..."></div>
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