Music Challenge #30 / Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Owning that Night” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge #3LineTales #MLMM


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales. Combining with this week’s Music Challenge by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie and the song “We Owned the Night”by Lady A.


Credit: Erik Witsoe


We Owned the Night” – Lady Antebellum


Craving skin sticking; recalling hurts,

Owning that night,

Lips dribbling sensuous enthralling words.

*****

You were my electric vision,

Owning that night,

Your purest beauty, stunned alive.

*****

Twirling, wine-wrecked your dress,

Owning that night,

Never forgetting tangled-sheet memories.

*****


©Mandibelle16.(2018) All Rights Reserved.

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More than Just A Girl


Barb thought the words as she curled her hair and fixed her dress that night, ” [Kye] you must have come up short tonight. Cause I’m always your consolation prize. Usually I fix my hair put on my coat and show up at your door, but no more … ” No longer would she just be for Kye’s pleasure, no longer would she just be used for sex. No longer would she be a no one. Kye and every other guy would recognize as her as a someone who deserved respect. This would be the the last time she did this for Kye, made herself a whore.

She hummed to herself, “now I know I’m just another one of your Friday nights. But I’m no past time this is going to be the last time just to call. When there’s no where else to fall, just a number left to call in a pretty dress and curls. To you I’m just a girl, to you I’m just a girl. . . ” But she was so much more didn’t anyone else see that. With feminism and equality why did everyone just view her as some bimbo. Why did Kye? Why didn’t he see that she was smart, and worth treating well, as a girlfriend not just a girl to sleep with.

Barb thought to herself, to Kye I’m ” [j]ust a girl. talking through the static. Just a girl, to [him] I’m just dramatic. Just a girl, just a silly little thing. And that’s all [he’s] ever seen, but there’s so much more to me.” I am worth something Barb said aloud to herself. “This is gonna be the last time just to call….” She wasn’t giving in anymore. She had value and if people couldn’t see it she didn’t need to be around them. She could find a nicer guy then Kye. Someone who could love her for her. Someone who viewed her as more then just a girl they could “string along like some old sad song.”

After that one last time at Kye’s, Barb didn’t even bother saying goodbye. She ran out the door with freedom in her lungs, no longer just a girl to some loser. She was now a somebody, a woman.

Just A Girl – Lady Antabellum