She Hits Me Poem by Ronald Nyakweba

Sire once said:
Study from the head,
Down the neck,
And,
Ensure you check,
Before you shout,
I do!

They play numb,
And so much dumb,
Soft,
Smooth,
With sense of care,
Romance,
So sweet and nice.

He stressed:
Study from head,
Down the neck,
And don’t forget,
Where she hails,
Study her mother,
Biological father,
And their manners.

Poor me,
Blindly I moved in,
Hoping to gain,
What she had,
Inheritance friend,
From her loose mother,
After,
A brutal divorce.

Like a stool,
She now sits full,
On this silly fool,
By the title,
Mr. hi,

I never studied,
From the head,
Down the neck,
Where she hails,
And their behaviors.

She has sworn
To cut my horn,