How strange now, this convo, contradiction
A man who eats with no silverware, only fingers
Asking why I don't love, with future addiction
He laughs with whole body and asks me why
From a different culture he questions
Why now my soul does not adhere, to another, to fly
In all but political correctness he is inferior
To order about, to demean to suborn
Yet his question is above all others, simple, superior
Dat your one man, your wife, in future, your life?
No, I answer, why do you ask?
Cos dat all you need man, a girl, a wife!
I had one, I say, I let her go
Man, dat silly, dat foolish, he says
I got me one, I haf her still, at night I go
I am the one he asks for money, whose fate I control
In me is his future, immediate or eternal
Yet in his hands is my heart, in grasp, in hold
He shakes his head and prepares to depart
At my whim, his future, his chart
And yet he makes me pause, makes me tear my heart
Man why you no with her, why is you apart?