TAKE HER HOME

Have you not seen
The grey hairs
That mock at her?
Her eyes are aging. 

She has become 
a laughing stock
On the streets,
Why cage her for too long?

Are you dating, or courting? 
Do something, or let her go, 
Her prime is like a flower, 
It fades away slowly. 

Take her home to Mama, 
Stop testing the woman in her, 
Why widening her shrine? 
When he has refused 
To be her chief priest. 

Don't judge her past 
She opens up to him, 
Because, she trusted him, 
Maturity, she saw in him. 

The streets have taught her 
Many lessons, 
A lot of bullets have pierced 
through her heart, 
Don't compound her wounds. 

If he won't walk her 
down the aisle, 
Let her go, 
Though it will hurt. 

But she better walks away 
Than live ages, 
Under the tyranny 
of his Odogwu. 

Though fate isn't fair, 
But many a heart, awaits her, 
To grab her, with an open arms, 
Don't lose gold, while chasing shadows.