THE SECOND WOMAN

She comes later
She is never first thought
She is hidden agenda
Never Public figure

The second woman
She is told lies
And touched at the wrong places
Then given a ring after full bloom

The second woman
Her name is called differently
After the first has conscientiously tuned his cords
His rhymes however are still the same
She doesn’t know
She is slowly lured into complications

The second woman
She is stripped off her number plate
Her seats are not adorned with protection proof
She is affordable
She still thinks she’s brand new

The second woman
She too wants to be loved
She wants her own, she wants it all
Tender love and care!
As much as I want to vent at the Intruder,
I will blame the second woman
She is not discerning
Her instinct is her guide
Her conscience is her inner voice
With her heart, she knows a lying eye
This is how the woman was wired

Those whisperings of the intruder
That abrupt halt in their phone conversations
That function, their picture he refused should be taken
And that day, a heated argument ensued… almost for no reason at all…

Perhaps these signs were blurry
Perhaps she cared less
Perhaps she loved regardless…Or maybe she was desperate
Did she know he was a liar and a cheat?

Now I pity the second woman…I pity where she now resides
Second place, second best…
Then someone from the background asked, almost indistinctly;
“Must we all be first?”
Hmmm… “we can all be first”. I answered
We choose who we become.

PaulaEzeka

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5 thoughts on “THE SECOND WOMAN

  1. This is so cool! I keep it up..
    I refuse to be “The Second Woman”
    Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

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  2. She is unfortunate the woman you paint in your poem, and also unfortunate that the author writes off another in this way. I read this poem this morning and strongly felt the urge to respond tonight. Not that I defend this woman as i am neither a “first or second woman” (as you refer to them), but a little understanding can make us see things from a different perspective that could give better understanding.
    Now, if a mistress is being lied to, chances are the wife is being lied to as well. I don’t see one better than the other as betrayal has no respect for positions. It hurts both ways.
    On this complex continent that we exist, very few marriages are founded on love. I have 8 close friend who are married to nigerian men. One is widowed and six out of seven have been beaten no less than once in their marriages. I would think that anyone who has to stay in a deceitful, inharmonious relationship needs help, married or not. These days it gets more difficult to find healthy marriages as many people marry for many reasons other than love and this is such a shame.
    Please dear, the most disagreeable of your poem to me is the likening of another person to a used vehicle and labeling women as first and second. A WOMAN IS A WOMAN IS A WOMAN! It is bad enough that women are so oppressed that we help the oppressors by oppressing each other.
    I remember a wise person told me once, “be careful (condescendingly) pitying others, tables do turn!!”
    Let us show one another, respect, understanding and love. Let us protect each other, advise each other and look out for ourselves, if we don’t, who will? The men?

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    1. this is deeper thought to my piece. thank for seeing differently. i sincerely appreciate your view. i respect the woman, even more i respect her power within. what is sad though is that only very few women know their power and use it. those who dont know, let anything go, they are those referred to as the second woman. u may choose not to number them, thats cool. i respect your opinion. im sorry about your friends and their experiences, but that still comes down to “choice” doesnt it? however, im not writing to defend my piece or apologise for writing it so to say, im only writing to say thank you for seeing differently. i hope you’ll read one you enjoy soon. lol.

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