Don’t Ask Me


Don’t ask me to stop

Not today, when things are needed

Don’t ask me to be still

Not when the world spins

You are not here, when promised

Don’t ask me to peel away strengths

To forget who I am, who I fought to be

To feed your need to take care of me

I do not need to be taken care of

Not as I once thought I did

In yesterday’s fraught with fear and lies

Of living on my knees

I rose up through the filth

I fought through my monsters

Caging them in a perfect mind

Dancing with them to exhaustion

I rose up victorious even in pain

Don’t ask me to stop and wait

Don’t ask me to be less

Tell me instead you embrace my strength

Run to catch me, laughing in celebration


16 June 2015


  1. Standing t.a.l.l. Love this. Cannot help smiling, Val. Two thumbs up because that’s all I have.
    ❤ ❤ ❤

  2. YES !!!!!!

  3. You do not need to be taken care of! Excellent!

  4. Oh yeah ….

  5. singleworkingmomswm says:

    Hi, Val! I have missed you, missed writing, missed reading. My life has been a constant state of juggling everything and working, seemingly, non-stop. I love this post and the picture you chose to go with it. So happy I was able to catch this one. Hope you are doing well! XOXOXOXO-Kasey

  6. This form of writing,
    This lyrical form,
    This metaphorical verse…
    this is your gift.

    I LOve, Love, Love.

    and appreciate you, VAL. xxxxx

  7. You have indeed fought through monsters, both literally (in the form of your attackers) and figuratively. Wonderful piece.

    • Thank you Carrie. My offenders, they were only some. My monsters populated the landscape from very early in my life. Now I can honestly say, I know their names and can either put them in their place or sign their dance cards.

      I am glad you like this one.

  8. Very well done …. and I see much of your personal story, BUT … I won’t ask. 😉

  9. Mr. Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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