Not Your Valentine
I told him I’m not sure I want to marry
He threw a tantrum like a child
Why are black women like this he asked
But the reasons are as deep as the Nile
You played and played away your youth
Had women like a litter of cocoa kittens
Then you near fifty and see the truth
You’re alone and need maid for kitchen
You had women who wanted you young
To grow old and hold then procreate
Now you’ve wasted your souls fools gold
You wish to marry before it’s too late
Perhaps I have not included true love
I wonder if this still is your m.o.
But you haven’t said or showed enough
To make me think that it is so
When I was young I made my bed
As a single mom I had to lay in it
Time went on as my days like red
Roses with thorns skin sun kissed
I think I never met my mate so
Sorry if that you don’t understand
I really am rather content to know
There’s a God who will hold my hand
You are here and I am there
We really aren’t on the same page
Even if you came here dear
I’d only have to say to your face
That poetry is my constant companion
From youth until my mature years
I don’t think you could mahogany manage
The depth of my years fears tears
I have tried to be a friend to you
Perhaps more in my emerald mind
But it seems you ignored the truth
I am not yours to find valentine
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