The wolf had his eyes on me

The wolf had his eyes on me

The first time we met 

When he asked me in the softest voice

'Did you see any elephants in Asia?' 

And I smiled and spent the night

Telling him about all my eastern adventures

And I liked him that night. 

Cause I felt like I knew him that night. 

But there were minor complications

Combined with huge imperfections

Already showing up that night

And it was never right to ignore his comments

On ‘them’ and ‘their kind of people’

Like the color of her skin could really 

Be the reason why she was always late. 

His stupidity now give me chills

But there are women like me. 

And if they like what they see

They will nod or even agree 

While tearing up the red flags waving in front of them.

Because for women like me

It’s easier to look the other way. 

He wasn’t dressed in sheepsclothes

Never tricked me to believe

That he was what I would need

Not a devil in disguise I couldn’t see

Instead he was laying out for me

All the things that were wrong with me

Explaining why clumsy could never be sexy

And so I walked in shoes that hurt my feet

Never letting my guard down around him

The parting gift was a disgrace

A slap in the face

A perfect night he had to waste

But I left and took the blame

Hating him never felt so good

Because it tasted like f*****g freedom. 

- Jitske Boscha

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Freedoms sweet taste indeed. Knowing he was the wolf, does not make you the hunted, I think. I may be wrong, bet even so, I enjoyed this immensely. Thank you for shaing.