I am so happy Professor Booker let us put up some of our poems instead of an actual blog post! Instead of me complaining about life, poem 2 is up!

What is Love?

There is no specific way,

To define that crazy thing called love.

Society has led us astray,

Forgetting our blessings from up above.

To girls, love requires a boy,

Waiting on them hand and foot.

Young people play with love like a toy,

And before they know it, their love is kaput.

But what is love to a woman?

It is life, work, friends, and family.

To them, man is the villain,

Because independence is more important exponentially.

Girls are afraid to be alone,

Women are not afraid to stand on their own.