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.
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