The Day Jodi Came to Visit Me
By
K. Mudica
It
was pretty late on a Saturday night,
When
I heard a knock on my door.
I
was surprised because since my husband left,
I
hadn't had visitors before.
I
set down the letter I was writing,
That's
something I do everyday.
I
opened the door to a strange, dark man.
Right
then I wasn't sure what to say.
The
man leaned close and smiled at me.
He
said, "I've heard you've been sad and lonely."
I
smiled because then I recognized him,
I
answered, "Yes, but my husband is my one and only."
Before
the man could even reply,
I
said, "My husband warned me about you!"
"I
know your name is Jodi,
And
your intentions are not true."
Jodi
smiled slyly but didn't give up,
Even
though I had called him by name.
He
actually seemed kind of flattered
At
the rising amount of his fame.
He
told me I was beautiful
And
what I was suffering wasn't fair.
But
I didn't fall for one single line.
"Jodi,"
I said, "I stay true because I care."
Jodi
knew he wasn't winning now
and
he seemed a little shocked.
His
lines had always worked before,
Then
he hit me with both guns cocked.
He
said, "If your husband loved you,
He
would have stayed out of trouble."
You
could see the rage burning in my eyes,
And
the smirk on Jodi's face made my rage double.
"Jodi!",
I yelled, "How can you dare?"
You
play on women and manipulate!
I
knew I had to make this end,
And
with that thought I did not hesitate.
I
ran to my room and grabbed my gun.
I
always keep it ready.
As
I pointed it at Jodi,
My
body shook but my hands stayed steady.
I
cocked the gun and
pointed
it right between his legs.
I
looked right into his shifty eyes
I
heard Jodi begin to beg.
I
pulled the trigger and as the bullet flew
I
cocked and aimed again.
I'm
not sure how many bullets I fired
But
I think it was about ten.
I
fired the gun until it was empty
and
Jodi lay dead on the floor.
I
didn't feel one bit of remorse
as
I dragged him out the door.
I
dug a hole in my own back yard,
Mumbling,
"A cemetery’s too good for you."
Jodi
your days of playing on wives is over
Because
MY love for my husband is true.
When
I finished with the dirty work,
I
stood, both feet on the grave.
I
stomped the dirt with all my might
And
counted aloud each day.
Each
stomp stood for my days alone
Since
my husband was sent away.
I
thought of all those other wives,
And
turned to walk away.
As
I headed back into my house
I
thought I heard a collective sigh.
I'm
sure now it was every prisoner’s heart,
at
the relief to see Jodi finally die.
Every
prisoner's wife, please be aware!
Jodi
will try to sleep with you while your husband is away
But
True Love is never worth that risk
And
your husband will be home someday!
Reader Comments:
I JUST WANTED TO WRITE YOU TO SAY THANK YOU. THAT POEM IS HOW I FEEL. I'M SO TIRED OF JODI. :)
THANKS,
WENDY!
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your poem hit the spot. My niggas locked p n i've had plenty of Jodi's come my way. Thats exactly how i feel. thanx for ur inspiring words.think its fine with me to put my comment on the bottom of the poem. It was great poem and it doesnt really even matter if my email address is on the bottom. I appreciate u writing me back.. I have so may poems I would like to find and even submit to this magazine. Just ot u know let them niggas know that us convicted wife/girlfriends (cuz in a way we got convicted to) that we do care. They do have our love. No matter what they locked up for. Well, thatnks 4 ur time.
-Jackie
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