I Married A Child
Oh woman of the South, With a gaze that holds my sight,
Where Words Find Their Wings
Oh woman of the South, With a gaze that holds my sight,
I stand at the altar, Looking at my bride, in all her glamor,
In you I see the stars, As your smile makes me see the light,
We have been an abbreviated piece of nothing, And for five years you've wasted our resources and time,
Mama, I'm doing okay, Still blossoming with your love,
Am not heartless But life taught me to use my heart less
Once in a decade or entire life, You meet this soul so tender,
It felt like riding in a whirl wind, One that would pull to any direction without will,
If they knew I wrote about this, And read through I'll be ...
I was born in an age of women empowerment and snapchat, Brought up with parents battling to maintain a societal status.
I'll tell why every beard-shaving man, Who has licked the knife the better way,
A pack of forty strokes, Stripped naked,