BurningDesire PhekoMotaung

Veteran Poet - 1,873 Points (Reitz.Republic Of South Africa)

The Old Ways - Poem by BurningDesire PhekoMotaung

You know honey
I dread the old ways
Sometimes it is
Your respectable
Mother on the phone
Who wants to manage
Our marriage from
The confines
of her wheelchair

You know love
I am intimidated into
Thinking our love
Will be sunk by
Your devotion
To your mother who
Cheers from the comfort
of her wheelchair
What about my welfare
You're always telling
Me how much you love yours
Wait till I tell you
What my mama told to do
When I'm confronted by
A man who thinks I married
him to play second
Fiddle to his mother
I am tough darling
I was not brought up in
The ghetto for nothing

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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