I Listened

She sits down, She talks I listen.
She says.....he's not treating me right.
I say - he's not, damn.
Without questions from me - she begins to talk.

I listen

While listening I stare, I think, I can understand.
He's really not treating her right.
She listens....to me hoping I give her advice on her man.
I agree to her strong points, I continue to

Listen.

I paint a picture of her in my mind, knowing all the things that tick her off
And the things that makes her day.

I listened.

While listening I learned that she likes to be kissed,
She likes attention.
She also loves football.

I listened to all of his downfalls.

I began to give her the attention she longed for,
I changed the channel to ESPN,
I kissed her on her forehead
I reminded her of the things that made her day.

She smiled and leaves, feeling fulfilled.

I Listened
........and she'll be back to talk.


(This poem felt so good to write...it's also a throwback it's one of my older poems from '06. Be quick to hear....slow to speak...and slow to anger...quick to hear.)

Poem by Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr.