My Nigerian Marriage
I said, I do. It was not for better or worst.
Once married to a Nigerian, he had one intention, his 'green card’
I will continue to fight Immigration in that regard
Love from him was not a factor beginning or end
August 2004 is when it all begin...
Struggling through the cheating and lies
Asking GOD, then patiently waiting on His reply
Yet trying to understand that we can not questioned His doing and His will
I can’t begin to tell you how he made me feel
Fussing and fighting each day of the week
Working day and night not getting a wink of sleep
Did he care? ...nah...! I don’t think so!
Little did he know...
...that I had planned long before he thought I would get away and out on my own
By the Grace of GOD I did... move on!!
But before it that happen...
I cared for his son as if he were mine,
He was taken away before the end of time.
He never contributed money to house for anything,
I looked up and he pawned my wedding ring.
I stayed in a hospital bed nearly dying of pain,
The entire nine days he never came.
He changed the locked the front door with the lock and chain latch,
I looked around and patio door was not attached.
I suppose this was to keep me out,
He called the police and they begin to scream and shout...
...about me entering what we called[ OUR ]home at the time,
The police explained to him that was committing a civil crime.
He was arrested several times for domestic violence,
Threatening me each time to stay in silence...
(sad ending, god be with me)
(2004)
There was more to this poem but I chose to leave it off, why you ask. Well, how would you end this poem and why?
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