Mademoiselle's Choice Poem by kwane Lamb

Don’t look another further…
I is right here my dear…
I am making it clear…

Pure and simple…
Plain and to the point…
My young miss…

I insist…
Me you…be witch…
My morning, mid, and evening…

Itch…

Don’t look another further…
I want you to be my babies mutha…
And that ain’t no joke…

Sorry it was you I choked…
And who’s heart I broke…
But this ain’t no okie, doke…

I wanna be good folks…
MARRY ME…
So we can be…

Don’t look another further…
Help me to be…
The Mister, in your life…

I’m asking…my babies mutha…

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