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Title: yr.2001
Poem: 8/10/2011
“Behind the face of a Christian Man “
I know not all are the same. But there are some that have a hiding face. It sits before you when you see what you think is the truth, It’s not that Christian man so don’t let it cause you to be confused. He knows the word better then you, applying it is only when he feels he wants to.
Behind this face is the lust of the un-saved, the way that he looks at you is not the way he used to. Beginning to tell you things that he wanted to do, He forgot that wife that he promised all his love to.
It is not just a Christian man praying over your thighs; it’s actually the flesh of the other face on a sexual high. Whispering notes of well-built lies and creeping his way inside my inexperienced mind.
I was beginning to love him genuinely.
Shad fully muttering his truth as he cosigned on something he didn’t want me to do. I understood what he said; others just saw that Christian face instead. It was difficult to get used to… the one that holds the church key was freaking in between the sheets in the hotel room that he paid for us to sleep.
Not sure of what to think, but over time I started to not pay all this wrong no mind. I was lost behind that Christian face. I listen to the things he would say, not just that he loved me but he constantly told me face to face.
Conversations that always ran so deep, I could talk to him about anything even the denial of being with me.
Men of un-predictions,
Christians. He’s a man that rather gives his money to the young vixens, tricking. Sitting looking and picking the next woman that he wants to get in. sticking and maybe even start licking, to taste, not what’s on her face. Wondering if that’s the next place he going to lay.
So I leave this to say, let him tell you he’s a Christian but you sit watch and listen. See if he’s the Christian lusting over his next vixen- mistress.
By Tonya Johnson-Arkadie
