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In protest of social pressure to get married
Matilda Moyo
Published May 16, 2005
Written December 02, 1999

Get married! Get married!
Society chants
Panic struck, worried
About my marital stance

Louder and louder
Become their demands
Pestering, tormenting
Are their commands

You're getting old!
They say of my age
This, they claim
Is the cause of their urge

Getting old!
At twenty five?
This is just
The start of my life!

Yet they pester me
Day and night
Though they know such pressure
Is just not right

Their song is the same
Where ever I go
My wedding day
They demand to know

So annoying
Is their monotonous song
Interrupting my peace
Like a noisy gong

I get irate
As the pressure mounts
Unable to tolerate
Their persistent taunts

They place on me
So great pressure
Keeping their company
Is no longer a pleasure

Yet they continue
Refusing to stop
That I succumb
Remains their hope

Disregarding spinsterhood
As a choice
Opting to perceive it
As a curse

A new preoccupation
They have found with my life
Their ultimate goal
To make me a wife

Yet their every effort
I shall resist
Until from this action
They desist

For to yield to them
Takes a weak mind
Which in me
They will not find

Against spinsterhood
They can sing aloud
Yet of being single
I remain proud

They should get on with their lives
And stop their clanging
For I've made up my mind
And I am not changing

For I am happy
And this is how
I shall remain
At least for now

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