Taofeek

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?