AIN'T A BED OF ROSES: Valentine Poems

AIN'T A BED OF ROSES
From the vacancy of his expression
To the emptiness of his mind
The impression all vacuous
His emotions veered off
Between fear and anger
The worst not the best
Was all to be expected?
A hungry man so they say
Is an angry man
You could tell
From how the wrath was written

Peaks and troughs of being married
Sometimes happy sometimes sad
Sometimes broody and just mad
Being an African woman is a curse
Like sick kids you are the nurse
Hungry and angry you are the cook