----------------/Kate, Duchess of Cambridge Render Justice To My Heart (For You)
Of the withering ways of waywardness
I present myself ashamed
a salacious life, playing the harlot trying to find acceptance
in the arms of women in Washington, DC
who summarily reject me, always.....
asking myself, how can a prostitute, a profligate pariah
pandering to porn
give birth to the hope of the virtue of finding true romance
with a girl like you? Ravishing royalty, riveting in your resplendent raiments
your brunette hair so enchanting
your svelte frame entreating me, your lachrymal lips laboring
to be kissed (by mine)
but I stand, I kneel before you with a dead heart the living one
stolen
by the pessimistic pox that lives with me
in the house of my pained singleness
insidiously sabotaging my soul deep within
encouraged by mistreatment from Stephanie, Rachel, Jennifer, Meaghan,
June, JoAnn and Rachel and Julia with long legs, Joan with glasses
whispering to me before I sleep
that I gave birth to a lie
and the ambitions I have of loving you are fables, they are facades
they are futile
that a commoner, a PG county resident would never have a chance
never be a suitable suitor for you
the duchess of Cambridge – (me a duke of dumbness)
or be worthy to stand in your court
and after the third day that I saw you in your wedding dress
(on the Huffington Post website)
and succored my child of my expectation to wed you
this other prostitute of foreboding also had a baby
of scornful screams and hateful heckles intent
on preventing my dreams from coming true
of undermining with umbrage all I ever longed for -
and we were alone to nurse these two possibilities;
there was no one in the house but the two of us.
but during the night of my steadfast pining for you, this woman’s son died
because she lay on him blinded by bias against me
impervious to sense and sensibility so she stole
my son, while your servant slept and subtly swapped
my hope for her hope, and her hope for mine
and though she says
"No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours." I must insist, "No!
The dead one is yours; the living one is mine.
In retort
because I cannot and will not breathe if the promise I have to
hold you in my arms at night doesn't fully mature, Kate
yet even if she has deceived you
I will take the cursed child carefully and callously
because even if my aspirations aren't allowed for me
maybe someone will take them and love you better than I ever could
(and Im fine with that outcome, so long as you are loved and cherished)
and I will take a deadened heart
as long as you promise not to split my heart for you in two
my child
my son
my life
(because Kate, loving you is all I ever want to know from now on, like family)
-------------1 Kings 3:16-28
Now two prostitutes came to the king and stood before him. One of them said, "Pardon me, my lord. This woman and I live in the same house, and I had a baby while she was there with me. The third day after my child was born, this woman also had a baby. We were alone; there was no one in the house but the two of us. "During the night this woman's son died because she lay on him. So she got up in the middle of the night and took my son from my side while I your servant was asleep. She put him by her breast and put her dead son by my breast. The next morning, I got up to nurse my son—and he was dead! But when I looked at him closely in the morning light, I saw that it wasn’t the son I had borne." The other woman said, "No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours." But the first one insisted, "No! The dead one is yours; the living one is mine." And so they argued before the king. The king said, "This one says, 'My son is alive and your son is dead,’ while that one says, 'No! Your son is dead and mine is alive.'" Then the king said, “Bring me a sword.” So they brought a sword for the king. He then gave an order: “Cut the living child in two and give half to one and half to the other." The woman whose son was alive was deeply moved out of love for her son and said to the king, "Please, my lord, give her the living baby! Don't kill him!" But the other said, "Neither I nor you shall have him. Cut him in two!" Then the king gave his ruling: "Give the living baby to the first woman. Do not kill him; she is his mother." When all Israel heard the verdict the king had given, they held the king in awe, because they saw that he had wisdom from God to administer justice.
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