Dear overpriced bride
It is time to get yourself together
Don’t be deceived by the social media
They are all fiction flames with no fire
They don’t really care about what you go through
Hey overpriced bride
How do you feel in this white robe?
Hope the weight of your makeup isn’t breaking you up?
And the heels on your legs are sinking you in
I wish upon the clouds for a rain to wash you clean
To as many overpriced bride on our street
Those pretty face and cosy barrels parading our neighborhood
With flashy coverings and noisey jingling
Skillful in the exhibition of curves and edges
How soon your selling points fade away
Never mind overpriced bride
You are just a work of art
Always at the auction table
Seeking for the highest bid
Living from hand to hand
I can’t fade your pains away
My darling overpriced bride
But I sure can make you feel better
I hope you change your mind and discover your heart
It is okay to ask for help
My overpriced bride
You don’t have to act perfect
We all know that no-one is perfect
Not now, not here and never will anyone be
About me: Victor Eshameh is a Nigerian historian and heritage expert that fell in love with keeping it short and simple with poetry. My writings are majorly on rights, love, death, and lifestyle. I’m operate a writing and research firm “Giftedminds Writers Firm” www.giftedminds.com.ng you can follow up with my works therein.
4 thoughts on “Overpriced Bride”
Great poem. Thanks for sharing!
Well said. Great poem.
Wow! Strong words.
I suppose this is about arranged or forced marriage? I intercepted it that way. Profound and intense.