Rendevzous Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

We scheduled an appointmentto meet at the church confessional
And brainstorm solutions to my fruitless life.
He called to postpone.
We set up yet another meeting at the peak of the mahogany hilltop.
I'm quite embarrassed to admit that He stood me up in the scorching sun.
He promised to attend the one by the mouth of the roaring sea,
The one at the valley of a beer bottle and the one in the mist of the cigarrette smoke.
But I never came to His encounter.
GOD! You're such a typical male!