I WILL MARRY A VILLAGE GIRL

When the time comes

For me to get drowned 

In the pool of holy matrimony

I want it to be a village girl

With her naïveté intact

Her treasures untouched

A girl that would greet me 

With the fear of the gods in her voice

Her skin ebony in pigment

Unblemished 

Not the Dalmatians that city girls have become

Owing to lightening creams

That conceals the beauty in stretch marks

Under false pretence

I will marry a village girl 

Unexposed to the trickery and deceit

Of emergency medication with every rising sun


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