I Trust a Monkey, Not My Man
Jul 1, 2025
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He forgot my lunch, my lipstick, and every promise he made… but this monkey? He’s loyal, cute, and never lets me down.
I married him thinking he’d treat me right,
Hold my hand in darkness, hug me tight.
But now it feels like I’m just a maid,
With dreams forgotten and love delayed.
He promised me laughter, some gifts, a date,
Now even waxing money feels too great.
I ask for a lipstick, maybe a shampoo bottle,
But he acts like I asked for a genie’s full throttle.
Every month, I need just a little care—
For my hair, my skin, my clothes to wear.
But he forgets… or says “next time,”
While I sit in silence, out of every dime.
He says, “You’re beautiful the way you are,”
But won’t notice unless I glow like a star.
No shopping, no outings, not even a walk,
Just chores and cooking and no sweet talk.
I cook the meals, I clean the floor,
He eats, he sleeps, and then asks for more.
Not once has he said, “Baby, did you eat?”
While I’m dizzy, barefoot, dead on my feet.
He watches his shows, lies on the bed,
While I’m folding clothes with a spinning head.
Even when I’m quiet, with tired red eyes,
He won’t ask once, “Why the silent sighs?”
I wanted small joys—not a mansion, not gold,
Just a little love, someone to hold.
A chocolate on a hard day, a hug when I cry,
Not a man who walks past when I wipe my eyes.
And don’t get me started on promises made,
From shopping sprees to a moonlit parade.
He said, “I’ll take you out,” “I’ll make you smile,”
But here I am, waiting… mile after mile.
At least a monkey would dance when I’m low,
Jump around and put on a show.
Might steal my snack or swing on a fan,
But still better than this full-grown man.
A monkey won’t say, “I forgot to call,”
Or pretend he didn’t hear me at all.
He won’t say “later” and leave me in pain,
Just so I cry alone in the window rain.
So don’t tell me “He’s trying, give him time,”
Love isn’t love when I beg for a dime.
I need a partner—not just a roommate,
Not someone who treats my dreams as weight.
So I say this loud with all I can,
“I trust a monkey, not my man.”
At least the monkey would make me grin,
Not break me slowly, skin to skin.
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