Read Poem: Confessed by Marianne Joseph

Genre: Love, Pain

(A Man’s Words)

There’s something about her
That makes me miss her
Everytime she goes away.

I don’t know if it’s her loving smile
Or the way she stands,
Her head held high,
Dignified.

I don’t know if it’s the way she walks,
Hips swinging
Embodying her presence
Telling me she doesn’t need a man.

I don’t know if it’s the pattern of her hair
Intricate and complex
Telling of the past,
(Present, future)
With the groove of each strand

I don’t know if it’s her dark brown skin
The naturalness or her appeal
The truth spoken to me in this way
Thick lips and broad nose
Which tell me she is a woman
In the truest strongest definition of the word

But I love her
And I miss her
And I wish
I had never
Hurt her