The Divorced Wife

Young and maiden
She was wooed
In a master class merriments
She was wed

Her beauty catapulted her to the matrimonial room
She was young and inexperienced
A defendant of her pride and prestigious prestige
She was an absolute stranger to men
An amateur business person like the debutant
In the black market

Her beauty strikes like the early morning star
Or the twelfth and thirteenth moonlight nights
She is brighter than the combined lights

Who could detest her in her maiden?
Suitors criss-cross her paths like zig-zag lines
Or the Weaver's warp and wept interlacing each other in a basketry art

Yes, the due process is observed
They are formally conjugated for eternity
The woman invests her fertility
Invests her blood for productivity
Ages and ages, the house is fully packed
With fruitful seeds

When she grew in the misery?
Her labour is rewarded with tangible capital
The suitor again wears his suiting eyes
Ready for another nuptial bidding
He invests the revenue in store
To fish another bride banger

The trend can get him four or five
He is actually bound by religious borders
Even though he crosses carpets
Like a political goat

She was finally married and unmarried
Divorced more than her number of children
In the matrimony
Yet she is charming like a lady in Dahomey
But faced the customary many times
For bigamy

She is often battered and staggered
Her tongue is like a needle as sharp
Pinning the heart of her spouse every night
Chanting for her freedom in the Bantaba.
"Your beauty can take you to the palace,
But it is your character that keeps you there."

The bride is no longer a wife
She carries a sharp knife
Slaughtering her man like a Billy Goat
Prepared for social rites
She is armed with the boneless bone
But harder than the marble
She has the richest armoury of attack and defense
She often clothes his man in foreign gowns
Assassination and sedition are her wills
She possesses all the willpower for defamations

She has the worst narrations than other married woman
On a Friday night she was fired
Like a burning wood ejected from the steam
She is surely going home
Her tongue has terminated her life contract
She is divorced to face the world.
I'm just waking from a dream
Good morning world!!!