Once there was a Spiteful Hoe

who was full of herself and ready to go

conquer the world

be a forensic archeologist

Instead she became a

miserable psychologist …

fixing everyones problems except for her own

Did she know one day she’d be alone?

Unhappy in marriage, motherhood and life

her insides churned so full of spite

it warped and poisoned her inside, internally

marking her older than she could possibly

be her face twisted, pocked marked, distorted

She would have laser, if only she could afford it!

But everything was against her

or so she was told

by the voices in her head

at night

she would bemoan

of how her life sucked

how did her kids turn out so fucked?

selling their souls, miserable holes

of desolate feelings trapped in their heads

waiting for help but help instead

preferred to smoke and drink lots of coffee

or punching her mother

with no apology …

The thing we learn from Spiteful Hoe -

no matter how academic,

or how much you know

We all travel our journey, walk this life alone

We all leave our mark be it pleasant or no

and maybe the words spoken after we go

are

‘At least she was nothing like her sister, The Spiteful Hoe’

© AL 2018