Untitled 3

by K. S. McNeil

This ainít love connection
When we are apart there is not love lost
You possess me yet
Never understand me
A broken paper doll
In glue less word
Yearning for her seal legs
To sail on down the road
Like Commodores
Crying and begging like the Isleys
Brother this ainít no Ohio playing
Just bald heads to disguise
The pain and failure of not leaving
Up to the standards
Black on black
Hiding too much food consumed to
Suppress sadness
Lack of funds
To yield hearts desires
All blamed on you
Because marriage is the
Indomitable force that
Makes every girl a success

Untitled 3 by K. S. McNeil

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