In My Feelings - For Natasha
The story became too heavy
I did went on to empty it
But I was timid
That the outcome could be negative
Which could undermine my dignity
A few days down the line
I did shake heaven and earth
And thought it was fine
But I invoked your wrath!
And heard you wanted to slap me!
Principled Ladies, right?
But it was my desire
To work day and night
To lift those principles higher!
Self denying ordinances
Mom loved daughter and needed no silliness
Lest the wedding feast be omitted?
Okay! I get it !
And then, where is this coming from?
Wait… I hear a whisper about classes
Do I belong to the third estate
And you? First estate?
Oh Lord! But Muhammad married Khadija.
So if I earned a billion dollars a week
And you earned half a billion
Was it gonna be okay?
But such that its vice versa
I look stupid, right?
Is it about the Ferraris, Cadillacs and Jaguars?
Of love & intimacy dashed away
Cancel the obsession, the infatuation, the crush, the love.
Cancel the combination of these
And usher generality?
Too blind to see?
Too bleak to understand?
Cast your glance at my heart
Hope you see the real me
But you won’t understand anything!
Lord….
So I gotta shut me trap?Huh?
Lest you snap(mbama)?
Then I feel stupid.
I’m hurt, hurt, hurt!
Hurt, hurt!
Hurt!
(For Miss Natasha-who is principled)
Copyright © Desire Kateyera | Year Posted 2018
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