Poetry: A Man’s Queen

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

She throws herself to him.

Her body.

Her soul. Her time.

Her love. Her affection.

 

She throws herself to him

Everything she has

Hoping to gain his attention.

She will sacrifice the whole of herself

For just one shallow glance

Of his attention.

 

And there she lays herself

Down at his feet

Not worthy of anything

But being scuffed on,

Only worthy of

Being his doormat.

 

She never finds love.

She never finds security.

All she finds is the certainty

She lives beneath his feet.

 

There is something

She has missed.

Something she wished

She would have seen.

She chose to be a man’s doormat

When she could’ve chose to be

A man’s queen.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

*Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@lu_pl_ph

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