She belongs to me,
She is my rib.
God created her for me
While I was asleep.
She will deny it in broad daylight
But under the roof of the night
She’s my moonlight
She was created to put up with me
This fight we fight
She knows how to stand by me
She never gives up on me
Because she knows
She is my girl.
She might at times call me stupid.
Yes! I am her stupid fool
That I don’t know how to love her,
I don’t know how to spoil her,
That is why she was snatched from me.
Yet I have always loved and wanted her
Since the first day I set my eyes on her.
Many think I am perfect for her.
Deep down she knows I’m a wreck
So broken,
Like a pot without a neck
Still she refuses to remold me.
She wants me to acknowledge
That she belongs to me.
So she walks away knowing
That she is my girl.
Still, she belongs to me.
She has taught me many things
With her, I have grown
From many things
Now I’m alone, on my own.
Mama has neglected her only child.
Yet she knows
I belong to her
She is my Mama.
Even though she is not with me,
I write to incite her love for me,
That it may rise in her.
That it wakes her from sleep.
To embrace her warrior spirit.
To fights for us.
That she fights for me.
Oh boy!
I just let the cat out of the bag.
