Abused And Not Know Poem by kwane Lamb

Planning your life…
Concerning another…
Ain’t that a mother…

That person whom you…
Think you know…
In and out of your life…

No other place to go…
Being pulled by the wind…
Over and over…
Again and again…

The word…is out…
You are like a mother…
Hen…but yeah…
Marriage would make you…

His kin…say again…
Just another way to sin…
For your blending in…
Today…
Which is still a trend…

Jumping the broom…
No matter what name…
Abuse is a damn shame…

Planning your life…
And trying to keep some spice…
How wrong is nice…

How right is wrong…
Abuse is strong…
Crying or singing…
A song…

Do you really know the person…
For which…you wish…to share…
Damn…I do declare…

Is it to me…
Am I fair…
“I’m in love I don’t care”
I won’t listen to hear-say…
I won’t let my heart run-away…
In my life I want him to stay…

Not really concerned about his play…
I think…with…me…
It’s okay…

I have closed the mouth…
Of my woman inside…
Maybe I don’t have any pride…

Planning…and waiting…
Waiting and planning…


Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com