WHEN SHE WILL NOT CARE

~ Jennifer P. Harris

Lioness in wait.

She will desire peace at the

Cost of war—

Being both prisoner and soldier

Believing if she fought harder,

Bled more,

And denied her own

Thirst for more

Hunger for justice

and sight for more

Then she will be enough.

When her body no longer

Blushes with your coming,

Has peace with your going,

And all love becomes an act.

The weapons of her warfare

Time, body, and energy

Have been taken as spoils!

And she will do all allowed

To pull herself back together

Your touch no longer soothes.

The heat that was there has

Cooled…

With the turning of

Her head…the love is dead.

she will put self above love—

and nothing else will matter

JBHarris, 11.20.20

Published by Jennifer P. Harris

I am female, fiery and unapologetically Black. I'm in no position to mince words, so I don't. This writing, this craft, is what I delve in, drown in, and seek to master. From that mastering, comes portions of the divine through light and screen or ink and paper. I invite you all on this journey of thought, conversations and other benevolence life has to offer. You can also follow me on Twitter (@authorjbharris) and my networking page on Facebook (Jennifer P. Harris). Thank you for stopping by and remember to live, love, write and repeat.