I FOUND ME A WIFE
I found me a wife
Mama a wife from a brothel...
She is real mama
She is true...
Pretentious are the girls you introduced me to
Fake are the saints I saw in church...
I heard their words but could read in between the lines
Mama in their truths I saw deep lies
In their covered thighs I saw their naked filth...
Mama I met a woman of the night
She is so real till she feels so right
Don't get confused by her nakedness ma...
She ain't like those church girls who sneak to the club through the back door
She ain't them that cover their emptiness with long dresses on Sunday...
She has tasted the good and the bad
She has hurt and has been hurt too many times
Mama, she ain't the church girls...
Mama there is no wife in church
They fake, they lie in front of God
They dress their sorrows with fake smiles
Mama, they are not real
Mama i found me a wife
Beaten and shuttered by the world
She knows the meaning of love and hate
She knows the difference between real and fake...
© UNCLE SAM
Copyright © Samuel Kilonzo | Year Posted 2018
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