A heart shattered of dreams unlived, a smile that makes you believe an untold story,
and a husband that does not make me feel like a woman.
That is what I Janie be feelin like
since a little girl ma old nanny wanted to see me married.
But what she didn't see what dat, dat was her dream not mine.
I thought of marriage as something valuable, it was my dream,
but now it's all down a drain.
Lovin was something bound not to happen in ma first marriage. I didnt love that man and never has.
Everything was ignorance in that relationship, the way he was jealous was unnecessary.
So as I met the guy of my dreams I say "Oh Lord, Lord, Lord Amen!" But that wasn't for all ma life. Only showing his good side was what got me... but all that ended once men would just look at ma hair. Him telling me what to do and wut I was doing wrongs, got to my head. And as I pray for yet another day to pass livin in this misery.
This poem seems kinda ah scattered brain lak. How you say that marriage is her dream and not hers at the same time, it done done make no sense. I dun understand what y'uh be tellin me.
ReplyDelete@John Y'uh be callin me stupid or wat? HA HA anyways a merrage with love was her dream but it broke when she got married even the second time. It didnt workout so yeah das what I meant!
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