(Hate Ppoems) All She Can Do Is Pray Your Bad Friends Were Dead
You say without sparring a thought
About her every day needs'I must call
My mother she's the most important woman
In my life'You are so used to her you think
She's part of the furniture in the house
You treat her as if she's your sister
There is no passion in your routine
Love making and the intimacy doesn't exist
And all she can do is pray and wish your
Bad friends were dead they're always interfering
She will not reach a compromise withe the jackals
Who're always following you
She cares about you and the children
She loves you but she won't be dictated to by
Those who are always interfering in your marriage
She won't take orders from your mother and your
Sisters who want to manage your marriage
She hates your bad friends who take you
To the houses of ill repute and maybe you too
Must find your inner strength and make
This marriage work
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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