I stood staring down At my feet,
Not in fear,
i only shield the burning passion in my eyes.
I hid it from all men till your smile weakened my heart.
The fear to confess my love.
But my body betrayed me,
My heart was screaming
My soul demanded i raise my eyes.
But i am just a girl, an african girl.
Tradition and culture over power me,
even with when the whisper in your voice demanded
but i bowed in respect as culture states.
Just for you my love,
Just awaiting to raise them that night,
the night i will fully be yours.