Today I am six years from 30
Today I am six years from 30,
the married age of my mother,
and I still don’t how to tell her
I won’t marry how she expects.
She will think I am confused
or have demons harvesting on
the inside of my chest
or she will worry about what her friends will think –
da bishop daughta in foreign
marrit to woman wit no babies?
They will tell her to forsake me,
withdraw her money
and pray unceasingly against my sin
because their god don’t like ugly
but I wonder if by ugly
their god meant
roaming eyes and
chatty lips?
Does the life they live
reflect the same as their jesus?
Does the life my mother live
reflect the same as her jesus?
Today,
I am six years from 30,
and I finally is woman enough to tell her:
ine gettin’ marrit.