I put on my dress
Look my best
Including beautiful makeup
That's enough
To make you feel comfortable
And my self loveable
Every night we go on a date
Yet what I hate
Is you look at other girls
Whether they have straight hair or curls
Give them so much admiration
Extreme appreciation
Then you push it, further more
To let them through our door
So you all can do your thing
Why you give me this ring?
Why me, you marry?
Why our babies did I carry?
For you to be, unfaithful
So ungrateful
To the point where, other girls have you as their beau
And you have babies, with them too
So to end, getting in anything, worse
I'll accept a divorce
Because you ain't changing
My spirit you are caging
By encouraging me to have participation
In your fornication
I'm going to make my spirit well
By stopping you, from bringing me, to hell
©arianna.b
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