Story of the day Admin: This is a poem written by South African Writer Eric Miyeni, we (the admin) related to it and thought we should share it with you... Here it is... enjoy... YOU MAKE ME WANNA HOLLER (1996) I am mad at you Because whenever I say What can we do? To save this thing we have Your suggestion Always Without fail Is to say Maybe we should split up And again it is left to me To get us back together As though this thing we have Is to you Of no consequence I am mad at you Because you are quick To say thank you And flash a smile But when you have to say Please and mean it Then it is too big a task suddenly And when I say maybe that is not so nice Then there I go again Playing God Forcing change on you I am mad at you Because sometimes you say Please too many times For far too many simple tasks And when I say no So that I don`t lose my respect for you As this makes you seem incapable Then I am contradicting myself I don`t know what I want The horror that I am As though the next step After learning to say please and thank you Is not to learn to have to need to say Please and thank you As seldom as possible I am mad at you Because you take it for granted That I should give in all respects But when, on that odd occasion I stop to ask for anything Then I’m the taker full of it And who the hell do I think I am As though for you Giving to me what I ask Is like sticking your hand In a red-hot coal fire I am mad at you Because every time I say anything Your immediate response is to fight Then the same thing gets said later By someone other than myself And, of course, it is the gospel And the best news that year As if it would not have saved time For you to say “Yes love, you might have a point there” Back then I am mad at you Because whenever I seem To have stepped out of line In your eyes Then I am evil And always have been And to hell with my arrogance As though all the good I do When I do it I do to set you up only Just like the devil Triple six I am this mad at you Because when I say anything That seems to ring negative In your ears You don`t stop to think What good does this man I love This man who loves me Mean to say As if my only aim In this thing we have This thing we have built This thing I love Would be to destroy I am this mad at you Because you don`t seem to see That you have a responsibility too In this thing we have I am this mad at you Because I never wanted a daughter in you And you see a father In my eyes I am this mad at you Because I never wanted anything to work More in my life than I do This thing we have I am this mad at you Because I feel like I am sitting now On the pinnacle Of this heap of failure I am this mad at you Because of your utter refusal To acknowledge in any way That actually, I am good to you I am this mad at you Because you lack the humility To do for me What I ask of you When I ask you to I am this mad at you Because to give to me You take so long That by the time I get the gift The beauty`s gone I am this mad at you Because you have this good thing called pride That you only use As a weapon against me I am this mad at you Because you don`t seem to know How important it is to me To get a simple hug from you I am this mad at you Because you don`t seem to think You are important enough To give to me sometimes I am this mad at you Because I’m not sure if you ever tries To learn the language I know Or even cared to I am this mad at you Because I feel tired now Like you never helped Like I was alone Like you didn`t care I am this mad at you Because you are not writing this poem I am this mad at you Because yet again I feel like I’m the one left now To fight to glue us together I love this this thing we have But I hate that whenever we fight And a chance arises for you To show how much this thing means to you You`d rather walk away Than to fight to bind us back together I hate that you are too scared to win me over I hate that you might not even care to win me over I hate that I feel that you only thing of you when these troubled times come I hate that you are so passive when it comes to us and This thing This beautiful thing we have I hate that you take it for granted That I know you care And so do nothing to remind that you do I hate that what I am writing now What you are reading now Might push you away for good. I hate that most I am this mad at you Because I love only you And I feel like you hate to show me That you love me back I am this mad at you Because it feels like I gave you Only the wrong things But you never told me I did I am this mad at you Because I love this thing we have But it feels like it`s all gone now Vanished Into thin air Now please Pray tell me love What are you so mad about?
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 17:31:43 +0000
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