Toss your hair onto your shoulder
lower your head slightly and
look to the left.
Smile slightly with a sly glance.
Touch gently with warmth,
stroke the brow with genuine care
hold him tight in a close
and endless embrace.
Laugh twice at all the jokes
Wrestle if he's a mind to play
Tickle him near to tears
tell him that you love him.
When standing before the God
you had swore you knew
asked if your love forever you
smile sweetly saying 'yes, I do'.
Bide your time quietly
and bear the man a son
allow him to believe
he is in heaven.
Then, when he is overseas
in service country of,
begin dating other men
give to them your love.
As he fights for your freedoms afar
you make your body free for all
your lovers play with your husbands son
no remorse over what you've done.
Upon his return, before he leaves again
you tell him you have changed your mind
no longer his wife you'll be
and send him thus back to sea.
The courts will give you his son to care
an upstart lover will claim him as his own
vanishing into the bayous
and not a sorrow for what you've done.
It would of been more humane to kill (the man)
right from the very start
to find the largest butcher knife
and stab him in the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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