Why?
Am I just a forsaken friend?
Am I just a slave?
Why, my precious, do you treat
your beloved as a knave?
Have I spoken hurtful words,
and filled your eyes with fire?
Why then do treat me harsh
and let our love retire?
Have I laid a hand on you
inflicting hurtful pain?
Why then do you stab me through
and hurt me once again?
Have I taken all you have
and left you just with nought?
Why do you confiscate our things
when just your love I sought?
Have I given you a child
and then walked away?
Why then do you punish me
for still choosing to stay?
Did I take your steady hand
to sign the dotted line?
Now that I have been your man,
you'd rather we resign.
Did I crush your hopeful dreams
or did I snatch your smile?
Why then do you set me free
for going the extra nine thousand miles?
Chanté Walker
January 16, 2024
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