MY FATHERS WIFE

                             

Parading herself like a peacock

Feeling like a fresh flower

Making me feel inappropriate

Shines like the star at the rise of dawn

With the way she swings her hips

In accordance with her melodious voice

My father wife

He seems to be lost in her beauty

Drowning himself in every matters of hers

Should I be jealous?

Should I make myself like her?

To gain my father’s attention

I parade myself a hundred times

And still seem so invisible

She never shows up but

My father is always in her bosom

Therefore I come to a conclusion

To be better, and not force myself

Until he sees my usefulness

I will bid my time in patience

Till fate makes me another man’s wife

       



                                                               WRITTEN BY : Prudence

                                                PROF READ : Augustine Patrick

                                                EDITED BY: Ebuta Marvelous

                                                PUBLISHED BY: Ukam Dennis