My Might

You are my firstborn and my might,
And of the first sign of my strength of love;
But in your anger, they killed a man and said it was right.

You are too old to have a husband but,
You do cling on me with your love;
And for the pleasure of your love,
The people around hamstrung an ox.

Farwell my lover,
For you became pregnant by one night love;
And here is my virgin daughter for your people.

Do not be so vile to my gest,
For this woman came in as the morning appeared;
And her hands arenow on her threshold of love,
Because you failed to care for her needs.

This was like the sin of Sodom,
But you are the super-girl and i am the wonderful-boy;
And the strength of love had brought us together as one.

Jealousy arouses a husband's furry,
And like the seducing tongue of the strange woman;
For she has a proud look on and,
She speaks with her feet when it matters.

You have prepared a table for me in the presence of my enemies!
But behold, i am like a man whose name is the flowers;
And your gold earrings identifies you as my firstborn but,
Jealousy is still in your mother's laps.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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