Wednesday, 6 December 2017

FEAR OF THE NEXT STEP



Mother, don't worry
I will marry,
It doesn't have to be Mary,
But I will marry.

Let's go on,
I can't stand anyway more,
Stand on a Stand of mockery,
But I will marry.



You heard what they
My peers
The jeers
Filling me with tears
For I chose love
Over the village dove
But I will marry

Pressure without measure,
To a treasure for my future,
A choice cultured for my leisure,
Ooh and Ooh I repeat
*But I will Marry*

Must you tell papa!
I told you in secrecy,
That it might be mercy,
Now papa beckons...
Asking about Daisy, jossy and rosey...
Mother, don't worry
But I will marry

Come what May,
Marrying is my 2030,
Come Sunshine, Rain...
Whatever their names will be,
mama I will have them for a wife
But I will Marry



I know I had said by July
You now say it was all a lie
marry I will before I die
mama, please don't cry
For in your arms a grandson shall lie
Time seems to fly
But I will marry

#El lobo Solitario
#August, 11th 2017
#6:42pm

20 comments:

  1. Nice piece...good arrangement of words.

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  2. Beautiful. Perfect choice of words💯

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  3. It takes a brilliant mind to write poetry. And yours is exceptional my dear friend... Am in awe. And yes we shall marry ha ha ha... This year for me!!

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  4. This one rocks.Good job bro💪

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  5. Nice rhyme and flow of words. Keep it up

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  6. I know you create wonders with a pencil, I'm glad to discover this one too!

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  7. Great one Oliver. Mama don't cry,your son will marry

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  8. Wow. Keep it up bro. Where's the audio version 😜

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  9. I totally understand the pressure of being an African kid...

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