Doctors’ Report On Our Love Poem by Vincent Onyeche

You know that I need you
Like hearts do blood
But…:
Don’t ask me “why the but”
For genotype forbids us
Passion yes do,
But… for our kindred sake
Doctors say;
Let’s make this union fake.

Please buy and stop this fight,
You’re my air, girl, I breathe you
But…:
Stop picking and throwing dishes at me
Just let defiance go
Defend our honor, protect no pride
This good advice I hate too
Doctors say;
Let’s make this union fake.