You treat me as the scorn of the
Call me the dispensable asset,
Toyed with my personality and
Tagged me the error of the family.
Distributed my honour amongst the
Dressed me in chiffon and lace
For a marriage without my opinion.
You kill my zeal with sheer
I’m a girl, a lady, a wife and a
The only one whose belly birth’s
The epitome of beauty and
I’m the creator of sweet haven.
Talk to me as a queen in her palace,
Honour and protect my delicate
Let my heart pick its art and
written by Tokede Daniel