Poem: Inferior

I gave you love,
you gave me your heart,
My ruby red love changed
to an envious emerald green,
and now we have drifted apart.
I can’t help feeling inadequate,
virtually impotent inside.
The fact that you don’t depend on me
is almost too much for my male pride.
I know that breaking up
may have been an impulsive thing to do,
But I can’t help feeling inferior to you.
You have the car, the intellect,
the job and the class.
I’m still wandering in the desert
hoping to walk in the same green grass.
How dare I; a peasant,
deem myself worthy enough to be beside a queen.
When I know that in the chariot of our relationship
you will always have the financial reigns.
So how do I take charge, how do I even compete?
What is my role in the life of a woman
who does not need a man to make her life complete?
The whispers in the dark, I can not ignore,
their words have become mine.
Woman you know and I know
that everything is not “fine.”
You have the “papers”, the growing salary,
and affluent dreams.
I am barely making ends meet
with my hard work and “get rich quick schemes.”
To me you are domineering, overpowering
and out of control.
And in my eyes this mountain of a man
is reduced to a mere ant hole.
I know that breaking up may have been
an impulsive thing to do,
But I can’t help feeling inferior to you.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.