Got Played

Played?

How can that be since I don’t do games?

My love is real

Did everything my mama said I should do.

Men like good girls so I played nice

I smiled sweetly and batted my lashes

“Thank you, ” I said demurely

when he opened the car door for me;

I gushed when he presented me with gifts

even when I didn’t like them;

And I sang my best song when he mounted me.

Played?

How could he do that to me

after all I’ve done for him?

I laughed at his jokes

even though they weren’t funny;

I prepared his meals,

I hate to cook;

Played with his daughter,

Don’t like kids.

I was rock candy on his arm

Though I couldn’t breathe in that body-shaper,

Got corns from those four-inch heels

I was everything he could want.

How could I get played when I wasn’t in the game?

© D.L. Lunsford

D.L. Lunsford

Saying a lot with few words.

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