Both Sides of the Story

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    Both Sides of the Story

    Both Sides of the Story
    October 11th, 2007 3:11am

    They say that when we leave this earth that people go to one of 3 places
    That is heaven, hell or in between, which is place called purgatory
    So I guess you can say that I am going there today to give you both sides of the same story
    In the beginning when they met she wouldn’t give him the time of day because he was a thug who drank excessively and stayed in the streets
    When he tried to holla she would keep it moving like he wasn’t even there and wouldn’t miss a beat
    He tried and tired, again and again. Even though he knew she was a friend of a friend
    From his understanding the friend didn’t care because he had a lot of chicks
    Also, he thought she would never give in, so for him it was something to do for kicks
    When the friends’ game got busted things got worse
    You never know how a woman or girl will react one she has been hurt
    So what attracted her to me or did I forget to mention
    That when the friend left her hanging he was the only one to pay her close attention
    He told her things to ease her mind
    He made her laugh to keep her from crying
    In the end, he knew what he was doing
    Because sooner or later, they ended up screwing
    By young player rules it was supposed to be a fling
    A friend of a friend, you know, a onetime thing
    He thought they were through and that was that
    But soon after, a little birdie brought a message back
    In the message it implied that she wanted to be more than just friends
    So the young man was like “Cool, Fuck it. As long as we can have sex again.”
    Although this whole situation made him somewhat curious
    He never had plans for it to turn into something so serious
    So they had been together a while, maybe a couple of months
    They kicked it like homies, got drunk in the theatre, went to the park and smoked on blunts
    He treated her like a lady and to her that was so odd
    One of the only niggas from the hood that kept a steady job
    During this time he slept with another woman, a chick from the past
    He didn’t think it was a big deal because he was not in love with her yet, nor did he think the relationship would last
    He got into a financial bond with his whip and no help was there
    She gave up her whole paycheck just to show that she care
    That was the day he fell in love
    It was no longer about just him, but all about them
    She had him hooked off her actions that day he must admit
    See this guy was a loner, not used to anybody doing for or giving him shit
    Since he loved he told her about the past to get the skeleton out the closet
    So she signed the check, forgave him, even let him do a direct deposit
    He assumed that all was well and thought they would grow and move on
    But that was right around the time all of the problems started to come along
    See he thought she forgave him, but she didn’t forget
    So when he told him she cheated that part he could get
    What frustrated him was her change of plan
    She came back a day later saying she never had sex with another man
    He could move on if she did is what he tried to explain
    But what he really didn’t like was all the bullshit and games
    He didn’t like to be rude, he somewhat modest
    But his best quality was that he was honest
    They put that problem in the freezer and made sure it stayed froze
    Everything was cool until the next problem arose
    He cheated and she cheated both in the same night
    He did it because he thought she was already doing it, his make intuition was right
    He forgave again because he blamed himself for what had went wrong
    He had been stressing out for no reason, starting physical fights at home
    The door was wide open; she could have left if she pleased
    But she decided to stay and this kept him at ease
    Neither one of them were perfect
    This they both could understand
    When he lost his job, she didn’t make him feel like he was no less of a man
    She still treated him like a man because dinner was made every day, just waiting for him to eat
    When they didn’t have any food, she didn’t complain, they ate noodles and gravy for 2 weeks
    She knew he had too much pride to ask for help
    She let him take his own time to put his pride up on the shelf
    When things got worse and there was too much to lose
    He took them to the church and got them some food
    Things got somewhat better but he never forgot about that situation
    He promised her some things and made his proclamation
    He promised her a wedding one day at a church of choice, like anywhere
    He promised her that he would never leave and for her, he would always be there
    He made good on some promises and pushed loved ones to the side
    All he cared about was making her happy because she was the apple of his eye
    Yet they still had their trials and fights
    He would never forget what happened that night
    He started an argument over nothing; she fought him back like a man
    Since he could not reach her, he threw an aerosol can
    He threw it at an intense moment with his intentions only to scare
    Never expecting it to make contact or reach way over there
    The aftermath was bloody; you could see the damage from a far
    Every since that day here face bore a painful scar
    It would probably been easier on him if then; she would have left him alone
    Instead of calling the police she made him come to the hospital, then allowed him back home
    Sometimes he cried at night before he said his grace
    Asked the Lord, “Why did you allow me to mess up her beautiful face?”
    He also asked Him, “Why do you let me keep her? Is this punishment to me?”
    For him to have to look her in the eyes everyday and see what he has done to thee
    He appreciated her forgiving ways and decided to take a stand
    Every since that incident there wasn’t any more fighting, for he was a changed man
    Some things in life change you and some help you grow
    That doesn’t mean that you will not reap what you sew
    As things got better there was a good time in the segment
    They tried and they tried, then she finally got pregnant
    He had to step his game up, being a father was a big deal, he had to do things right
    He told himself he couldn’t procrastinate now because he was responsible for someone else’s’ life
    He felt like they grew closer but in the hood they just couldn’t make it
    So to get away they agreed he would enlist in the service, then he left for basic
    He never thought of it as serving his country or putting his life on the line
    In his mind he thought, “I’m doing this here, to provide a better life for me and mine.”
    They told him his life was at risk but it never stressed him out or gave him a grey hair
    He was used to niggas dying, so he really didn’t care
    Basic training was hard as hell; it challenged the body and mind
    He woke up at 3a.m to clean the bay and by 5 he would toe the line
    Some quit because they couldn’t hang, but him, he kept on trying
    He just thought about his wife and kid and forced himself to keep grinding
    Later during basic, in his gut, he felt something was wrong
    Then he came to find out that she had been cheating all along
    It hurt him deep inside and it was somewhat scary
    He thought he didn’t have to worry about that because they were just married
    Everybody talked about her and told him he should leave
    But he thought about the things he did wrong, like put the scar on her and he also wanted to make it work for his seed
    He just couldn’t imagine leaving his child without a father
    He knew that he had to grow up that way and it had him bothered
    He didn’t retaliate or cheat on her this time, he decided to make immense
    He took them both when he left, in hopes that they could start all over again
    The change was nice and things were good
    They had a nice place far away from the hood
    But for what the service gave him they both knew it would take back
    So when the time came he went and did his job in Iraq
    He thought she would be glad when he came back so she wouldn’t be alone
    But by this time she was homesick and persistent on going home
    He didn’t want her to leave and asked her to stay
    But came to realize, that if a bird wants to be, then you must let it fly away
    So when she left it hurt like a knife in the heart
    The family he had was now torn apart
    Now even though it crushed him when she left, he still hoped for her to be happy
    He then thought to himself that maybe it was too late to make up for some of the things in their relationship that happened
    But as I stated earlier, it’s just like purgatory
    See there are 2 sides to every story
    So no dispute occurs and no problems arise
    I just wanted you to see the story from the outside, looking in on both sides

    October 10, 2007 7:27am


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    cousinsoren commented on Both Sides of the Story

    04-28-2010

    ou're a man who truly speaks from the heart and although you made your mistakes nobody is perfect...Learn from the past so you can move on and have a bright future! Your poem is amazing or should I say brillian 888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888 I agree with you Mitzi one hundred per cent. You have rightly said it. Excellent story- telling . My rating for effective use of literary mechanics appropriate to theme and mood is 8+

    Mitzi commented on Both Sides of the Story

    03-14-2009

    You're a man who truly speaks from the heart and although you made your mistakes nobody is perfect...Learn from the past so you can move on and have a bright future! Your poem is amazing or should I say brilliant!!

    WordSlinger commented on Both Sides of the Story

    03-13-2009

    There sure is, your side, my side and the truths' side, great work...

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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