This is a poetic, hilariously sweet and sincere response to a very serious question that got me out of bed. I had to pen. I hope it tickles you and thinks you.
So how many licks will it take to get to the center of the lollipop of a yes?
Will I ever be able to convince you to marry me?
Hasn’t my laughter soothed you? My arms protected you? My love redeemed love for you? Hasn’t the fact that I have never lied to you about a thing, proudly stand in awe of you and am always exactly where I say I will be, proven anything?
I love you and everything and everyone connected to you. I will never, and I mean never try to snip at your wings.
How many licks of the lollipop before I get a Yes. Will you ever, my love say yes?
I love the love we live, the love we make. The saying of your name…correction. Screaming of your name.
I love the man you are. You have never been a project for me and never will be.
Thank you, Baby.
You are indeed a breath of fresh air without damage or drama
Broken promises or bruised hearts
You are just what my imagination told me a man would be
Responsible, ethical, loving and upright. Skilled, articulate, kind. A warrior in a suit with some tims in the back of the closet just in case the Armani has to you know come off
And a mfer has to catch hands
I absolutely adore every thing about you
You sit on the throne
Second to absolutely no one
MAD SEXY COOL
But I will never say YES to a piece of paper that gives you governance over me even though you say you would not try to rule me
That is in part what that paper means
Wives are limited to what they can do legally
Wives are expected to perform a certain way socially
Govern their bodies within some patriarchal religious societal norm
Stand and be cute and shit
Smile at the dinner parties and shit
Grin when babies and other women come home and shit
Checking in with husbands and shit
Sleep on a side of the bed and shit
Have to get permission to terminate pregnancies they do not want and shit
Fuck when they do not want to and shit
Can’t move and be unless he is agreement and shit
Giving detailed explanations and itineraries and shit
A wife is subject to her husband and shit
I am subject to no man and thats that on that
Jesus and Jesus alone. Forever a JG but you already know this about me
If it ain’t in RED I can’t rock with it
A legal wife can not move and groove as she desires
She has to get approval and shit
Signed permission slips and shit
“Did you ask your husband” and shit
Nothing about that appeals to me
Absolutely n o t h i n g
My girls keep saying I better say YES before I lose you
Or before one of them heifers say Yes to you
Well, to that I say I am worth the risk
I am something to lose
If you go, I will always have me and I hate to say
I got to have me even if I do not have you
Love you snuggly boo
Now can we put this behind us once and for all so I can get back in the bed and you can keep on with those licks!
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