By Amy Prince
I, of slender build and dark complexion,
A son, brother, and uncle,
Took for granted what God gave me,
Never taking the time to appreciate the true blessings in life.
I, a once-successful soul full of life and glee,
Have forever lost the dearest love a man could have;
All for the love of a foreign woman.
I had everything I could have ever dreamed:
A family, a house, and little ones to love.
But I threw it away when I met
The foreign woman.
My mind focused only on male-driven desires
And my mouth on hurtful, unthinkable words.
I could not stand the thought of anything
Except the foreign woman.
My hate-filled rumors and words of lies
Spread like a wildfire in a severe drought.
Through the town, more people believed
The untrue stories that I told.
Seemingly, they cared not for the ones truly hurting,
But instead focused on my well-being.
I had placed the wool over everyone’s eyes
Except for the ones who cared the most,
The ones who knew me for who I truly was.
Henceforth, the love of my life –
The one I believed my bride-to-be –
Was using her own scheme
For her own personal desires.
She used me and played me
To become a legal resident.
She left as fast as she arrived
And I found I was chained like a dog to a tree
Until the day of my death.
She, like a snake in the grass, full of evil spirits,
Captured my soul and sold it to the devil.
My soul still alive but my body dust,
I must dwell now in agony and turmoil,
Knowing my decisions focused on devilish desires.