By Amy C. Witt

I know what it feels
Like to be lied to by eyes
That thought they once loved you
With a kiss that never
Felt like a real touch
And a man who always has eyes
On other lost women
And sometimes his push may
Turn into a shove
And then you pretend
You’re not bruised again
And sometimes he doesn’t call
Or write or even stop by
You lay in bed
Feeling insecure and wounded
And ready to move on
And you stare in the mirror
Wondering now, who you are
And how to love again
But you’ll learn soon
Don’t you ever settle for a man
That makes you feel less than
Because you are a queen
And you deserve everything
You’ve ever dreamed