whose tradition is this wedding in
and why do i accept it so,
did it begin where i began
or is it a shackle remaining from a foe,
a diamond virtually from slave labor
is how i intend to show,
my everlasting love for you
and that, away from you, i will never go,
why does this whole idea of tradition
not seem like total irony,
is it because i am still bound
by mental slavery,
so many years i have been restrained
by things not of my own,
until i lost the power of will
to return my mind back home,
now, as i step into this realm
of "will you marry me,"
the unapparent error is that
i do it untraditionally......