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.
Author: Tayo Oredein
Title: His Ph.D. is in Hypocrisy … and other Poems about my Crappy Ex-Boyfriend
Published On: Mar 2014
Publisher: Gynarchy Genres: Humor, Poetry, Romance
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SYNOPSIS
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
