A Man of God Loves Us Right”

This Poems Story

This poem came out of a place I didn’t plan to visit, but God walked me straight into it anyway — that place where a woman finally gets tired of being loved halfway, spoken to sideways, and treated like her heart is optional. I wrote this because I had to remind myself what God already said about love. Not the kind of love that flips on and off like a light switch. Not the kind that’s sweet in public and sharp in private. Not the kind that makes you question your worth, your motherhood, or your peace. I wrote it because I realized something: If God calls my children a blessing, then any man who wants me has to treat them like blessings too. Not burdens. Not competition. Not background noise. I wrote it because I’ve lived through the kind of “love” that apologizes after the damage is done, the kind that says “I didn’t mean it” but keeps repeating the same patterns. And I finally said: If it doesn’t look like scripture, it’s not love. It’s a lesson. This poem is me reclaiming my standards. It’s me remembering that God never asked me to shrink, settle, or suffer just to keep a man comfortable. He asked me to walk in peace. To protect my home. To honor the mother I am. So this poem is my declaration: I deserve a man who loves with patience, not pressure. Kindness, not chaos. Respect, not excuses. A man who sees my children as part of the blessing, not part of the burden. This poem is the moment I stopped asking, “Why doesn’t he love me right?” and started saying, “I will wait for the man who does.” It’s not a breakup poem. It’s a breakthrough poem. It’s the sound of a woman remembering who she is, what she carries, and what she will no longer accept. This poem is my clarity. My boundary. My prayer. My promise to myself. And anyone who steps into my life from here on out will have to meet me at the level God already set for me.