The other woman finds time to manicure her nails,
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails,
And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere.
The other woman will always cry herself to sleep,
The other woman will never have his love to keep,
And, as years go by…
The other woman will spend her real life alone.
– Nina Simone
It was 9 pm and I laid on my bed wondering how I had let myself become the other woman.
Korede had promised to leave his wife years ago for me.
But they had two children now—
Every time I thought about it, I was thrown into a feat of despair.
Several glasses of red wine later, there was a knock on my door.
I walked to it with high hopes—
Hoping once more that Kore would be the one standing there, to give me the good news,
Tell me that he had finally left his wife.
So I opened the door—
But it was just my sister.
My desperation had become insurmountable now,
I would go down on my knees and pray to God—
Pray that he would make this man mine.
That he would leave his wife,
Oh what a fool I had become
I had become the girl—
Who waited by the window—
For a lover who wasn’t hers to keep.
The girl who was sold dreams,
Who accepted them—
Knowing fully well what they were.
I was the foolish girl—
The Sleep around with other peoples, husband’s girl
A promiscuous girl—
Open her legs for a few complements kind of girl,
Or maybe I was just an empty girl.
And then I became the woman—
That my friends and I used to hate
The one who they would say wasn’t raised right
A moral less woman
Who would destroy the lives of many other women;
I was a sinful woman.
I had become the woman that my mother warned me to stay away from.
But I was in love.
What was I supposed to do?
The animosity that came with being the other woman was unbearable
I was bitter—
Inside and out
And in that moment—
If I could not have Kore—
No woman could.
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