The world gave me a man
a man who loves his job
for I'm just a trophy
no longer a wife
for i have done my job
by giving him sons
in the dust
past the noble land
one-of-a-kind male
treats me like a human with a heart
i must keep my loquacious lips closed
to keep such a trasher
close to my heart
for i know this man's world
won't allow this to be
i am a noble woman
permed only for man's prize
*i had to write something of the Middle ages. i also had to have a vocab in it to. loquacious means talkative.*
