We cannot fall in love and
We cannot marry because
Women who come to us
Have long mouths, flat noses, big eyeballs,
Bulged belly and shapeless arses

They wear coats in summer
Wear lipsticks to bed
And shower wearing their clothes

Women who come to us
Come to us as they are

Their pubic hairs are virgin forests
Their mouths utter no romance
And their bodies are rough

In winter
They tie cloths around their necks
And trek miles across seas and deserts
To our mansions uninvited
They think
They’re our betrothed and we must care enough
Not to complain

Women who come to us
Are women who we never knew or liked
‘xcept our parents who
Blessed our unions before we
Made the first cry