Plague

How do we as women,
stop falling victim to the condition
of being way too forgiving?

I get that we value our relationships
and we've invested the time.
Opened up our hearts and
shared our body and our minds.

And even when we know that it's not right
we make up every excuse in the world.
Knowing full well that no man
should disrespect any black girl.

No man should lie to the face
of the one that he claims to love.
It's time to set the bar,
and expect to see him rise above.

This is a plague of low self esteem.
Lied to ourselves so long
that we began to fall for the dream.

That.

..'One day he'll be mine'..
..'What's not right now will one day be fine'..
..'I've got to be patient and just give him some time'..

So his behavior is accepted and
we try to tell ourselves that everything
is all good.
Life becomes stagnant
because we reside in the
should of, could of, woulds...

But not quite.

A wise man once said that a woman could
hear something and process it completely different.
Could know that isn't but convince herself
that it is it.

Which makes me ask myself,
is this disease
a matter of being naive,
or are we as women just prone to wanting to
believe?

So we could later tell ourselves
that we're becoming better and not bitter.
Conceal our true feelings to him
yet vent about them to strangers on Twitter.

Convince ourselves that we do it
because we've been taught that grudges
aren't meant to be held on.
So we brush it under the rug
in an attempt to move on.

All the while
the statistics rise higher and higher
because yet again we accepted false truths from a liar..

..scars from a beater.
..suspicions from a cheater.

Plagued by the thought that
we have the upper hand.
Because instead of being single
we can at least say that we have a man.

Just know that each time we forgive
and forget,
that it's us who suffers through another dose of regret.

Another heartache felt
all because of the cards that we
unconsciously dealt.

Remember that forgiveness is to be
given with the notion that the same
mistake won't be repeated.
The heart was designed to only take so much
before the spirit becomes depleted.

So women I beg
that we take the time in finding a cure,
and stop falling victim
of forgiving way too premature.