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His Ph.D. is in Hypocrisy

… and other Poems about my Crappy Ex-Boyfriend

Everyone comes into your life for a reason. And even though they may stay just long enough to break your heart, their ultimate purpose can last a lifetime.

His PhD is in Hypocrisy CoverAuthor: Tayo Oredein
Title: His Ph.D. is in Hypocrisy … and other Poems about my Crappy Ex-Boyfriend
Published On: Mar 2014
Genres: Humor, Poetry, Romance
Publisher: Gynarchy
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They say everything happens for a reason, but try telling that to a young woman with a newly broken heart.

His PhD is in Hypocrisy…And Other Poems about My Crappy Ex-Boyfriend is a memoir of sorts; a collection of poems chronicling the ups and downs, differences and the dissolution of one of my key relationships. Despite our interracial backgrounds (I'm black, he's white & Palestinian) and inter-religious upbringings (he is Muslim to my Christian), I thought we could and would end up together. But that didn't happen. The assorted poems (some short, some funny, some angry) talk about the love, frustration, and heartbreak, and the whole reflection culminated in an unexpected life lesson that surfaced on 9/11.


A Rite of Passage           March ‘00

How could he share himself with so many?

His number rising exponentially

in college when he cheated on his ex

Using it as a scapegoat to deal with his feelings

and as a means to hurt her,

while pleasing himself for the moment

Perhaps there was more to his promiscuity

Maybe the notches in his belt

made up for an insecurity

by filling as many holes as he could,

somehow he was filling the one in his soul

How else could you engage in the physical act of love

with someone you hate so much

that you cringe when they speak?

That you book it out of there

the very moment after you peaked?

But maybe his intent there

was to hurt and humiliate,

To take something precious from them

and after, why not sleep with her roommate?

Being with him doesn’t mean you’re special

It doesn’t mean he likes or cares for you either

It’s not a privilege, more like a rite of passage

Making me wonder, are things really different with me

or is it just my turn to be his piece of ass