Confessions

Let me take my time/To channel my inner Usher/And open up my soul/To confess my confessions./I am not perfect/Nowhere near a saint/This poetry my easel/My imperfections I paint/I have loved one/That belonged to another/I have loved on two/One after the other./Another five under my belt/That makes eight./I am the woman/Their wives love to hate./I have mastered the shame/Of being the other woman/And as I hang my head low/I know I don't want to be that one./Being his sidepiece/I created a life/She gave me love/He gave me strife./I wanted us to work/And be a family/But he already had one/So how could that be?/It wouldn't have worked anyway/With the violence and abuse/But he was the one I wanted/And I didn't want to lose/See, he came into my world/After cheating with my first/Who did nothing to deserve it/But couldn't quench my thirst./I wanted to prove to people/That cheating was worth it/But I knew that it was not/From that first painful hit/My feelings were too deep/And I couldn't let go/Until the birth of our child/Told me to do so./Breaking it off with him/Was excruciatingly hard/Even though my heart he had/He completely marred./Because my heart was broken,/I didn't give a care/I was destroying myself/It was more than I could bear./I didn't love myself/Self-esteem was low/This unrequited love/Was a very hard blow./Craving male attention/Attentive to no one/Dudes I never wanted/Could have gotten some./I am not perfect/Please don't judge/We've all done things/We're not proud of./I had an epiphany/And my eyes became opened/And celibacy is what I chose/To cleanse me from my sins./Now all I'm really guilty of/Is wanting to find love/Needing to be loved/And wanting to give love./To you, my readers,/ I have bared my soul/And through Christ Jesus/I'll be made whole.