Games | muses

THE GAMES SHE PLAYS

by Jean Flournoy

If you’re going to play this game

You shouldn't play with me

things are not the same.

I see behind your mask

you’re so easy to see

You’re not ready sister

For what’s inside of me

Your intentions are far from righteous

Your pride and self-importance,

your lack of personal power

It’s what you seek but never earned.

I tried to help you on your crooked path

Show you friendship' something you have never had.

Had you looked, listened and learned

Would have experienced the light instead of being burned.

I never trusted you

But I gave you a chance to bury your monster inside

To learn by example, embrace the truth the righteous ride

Instead you envy, hate, and wrecklessly walk against the tide

How you love to tell your many sad woes

The of a painful childhood you never had

Not well rehearsed, your cry for attention.

You lurk in darkness delighting in a family’s broken fate

Drifting in the heaviness of its dense full weight

Your games and power trips that you play

Will never get you what you want,

another woman’s mate

I see you, peek a boo

Your treading on dangerous ground

Where you stand is empty

I tried to teach you to walk on holy ground.