shaneka

My panties red,
soiled in white
creamed between my legs.
You put your fingers,
deep within
trying to grasp.
my feminitity.
You turn to me,
angry
when i dont watch tv.
with you i feel
trapped
i dont run
because that's not the lady like thing to do
i stare,
when you touch me.
i can't see
what part of you that i loved.
you can't stand
to hear , hear me
singing
like a child
playful and curious.
i spend time alone
in my mind
without interruption.
my panties are
cleaned in the washer
alone
two years in
and we don't
share detergent.