Come To Me My Lover

Come to me my lover

Why did you leave me?

Come let me show you my new style

My new bedmatics

Come to me my lover

I have always known you will

You will come back to me

I was frustrated being called a

Prostitute; big business but not making it

I hopped from club to club

Seeking to land a better deal from customers

All night sex, all night work, everyday

While you smoke marijuana, read fat novels

Eat and lounge at home all day, all week

I was all bones because of you

Living in this dirty street with

You, a sacked banker due to your riotous club life

I was tired of meagre life with

You, a white American with no direction in life when

My club girlfriends live luxuriously with their white boyfriends

Don’t you think I want such too? I was fed up

I threw your things out; oh goodness, why?

I was jealous blinded seeing you with a younger girl

I beat her black and blue but fate beat me bitterer

She was innocent. You were guiltless. O bitter

You left and became a big actor

Now I am alone, and lonely, and twice frustrated

Now I am going crazy talking to myself

Come to me my lover

Why did you leave me?

Come let me show you my new style

My new bedmatics

Come to me my lover

I have always known you will

You will come back to me

Excerpt from Our First American by E.C. Osondu, adapted into a poem by Tembo Nani.