Yet, she is my wife
Painted with greed
Masked with hypocrisy
And her heart is frozen
Blessed with queen of a face
Decorated with a soothing voice
Yet, her heart is cold
Born in church
Born to a priest
Raised by Christians
Yet she is a witch
Behaves like a Samaritan
Walks like a pageant
Talks like an angel
Yet she is evil
Mistaken for love
Married for love
Yet there is non lovely about her
She is a Dracula
And yet she is my wife
poem by Swabi Mnisi
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