My Ex

I swear! By the burning Sun and the silent moon by the screeching noise of poets I will not accept this letter today I will not accept the letter even later Mama taught me to think The wisdom of listening and waiting Watching and learning Oh when I met him, Oh God How he vowed, promised and swore To guard my heart and watch it bloom He taught me nothing, when we were dating And that was moving for he was loving Makwapa, my Ex was Loving He wrote me poetry time after time Sometimes his rhyme never rhymed Yet I blushed and rushed to love But now I know Makwapa, my Ex was killing Killing me with Love One evening my Ex While watching his soccer Match He grabbed me by the neck For blocking his view of the screen Valentine! He screamed and lost his cool Stole my neck and quenched it once Oh, Now I know, my Ex is strong The louder I yelled, the tighter he held The more I chocked, the deeper he clawed The more it pained, the more he maintained Ah! Makwapa, My Ex, And when they lost the match With nothing to watch a stick he fetched And off my feet begun I swear! I ran But now I know, Makwapa My Ex is sleeping on gold No Olympic match Ladies and gentlemen He grabbed me again and I begged He lifted me in the air My love, Said I You said I smell like heaven Valentine, my chaff, said he But Now, you smell like hell! Like a wrestler in horror My bones crashed It’s NOT fair, I swear He was my Ex and you are my next You quote the saints And torch my heart This letter is poetry too With rhyme and charm, and witchcraft of words Sweat sugar as though there were bitter sugar Honey pie, please. Am I a bee? My evergreen Pumpkin, Since when? The angel of heaven, give me a break! I am Valentine, a Mortal Tell me truth and nothing better more If you lay your hand on me, speak it now When I shall choke you and strike your face Baby I will suture and soothe it back When I shall ambush you and cut your face I will pay the doc’s bill For every pint of blood to stain my hands For all the broken limbs I shall scatter I will seek them and return them When I shall throw you down the balcony I will run down the stairs and pick your body Sweet Heart While at it, if you die I will write your epitaph My Words of undying Love Great poetry the world will marvel Now, I’m down on bended knee You are all I need, Can’t go on without you Will you marry me? By the time you rise and find me gone You will hear my name sounding at the square The graduate who said NO to what she knew I swear!