Why Am I Upset?
Wanting To Bring A Good Man Home
Things get so
Complicated.
Is he good?
Is he bad?
You just can’t tell by
The look of a face
Does the smile scream of
A deceit?
Does the frown show
Pain?
Does the smile show goodness?
Does the frown show evil disdain?
Smile. Frown.
Smile. Frown.
Wanting to bring a good man
Home.
Instead of being alone.
Wishing I were arranged
At birth
To a babe
Who would be taught to know
My worth
But not in money
But in love
Men I find are either
Married or gay
Know I’m hard working
And only want my hard-earned pay.
Why am I upset?
About the Creator
Leiann Lynn Rose Spontaneo
Studied Political Science at Duquesne University.
Highest Honors Graduate in Fitness and Nutrition from Stratford Career Institute.
Her future plans are to become an aromatherapist to help people with their ailments using essential oils.
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