My Love Poem by Kay Aguko

My love is not patient with me
I came to his house a novice
Not a master of the pot and cooking stick
He has replaced me with the snatch waisted missy
Her nails are long, colourful and beautiful

My love is not kind at all
Shouts at every little mistake
I forgot to keep my glass in the dish rack
Now he has a new damsel
The house is untidy they say
But he is happy they say

My love is jealous
I am not allowed to hug a brother
The Christian kind of hug
I hugged a cousin three times removed
He has taken in a goddess
She hugs everyone around
A long intimate hug
He is happy that she does it

My love is envious of me
I went back to school to bring more to the table
He was as angry as a woman scorned
I have done my best and completed
He has left to stay with the effortlessly chic neighbour
She has done her first, second and third degree
He applauds and posts her achievements online

My love is proud
He has to be the best
He has deemed my light at every instance
He has to be macho to be a man
He left to be with her to enjoy the rear view
Of the ample behind, more enormous than my mother's pot
He has been left by the one he left me for.

Kay Achieng Aguko