I WANT A MAN OF MY OWN

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali Read my lips My lips have no polite words for you Read my wrinkles My wrinkles are damn furious with you Take my silence My silence signals one thing I hate you I love you no more My body, not a punching bag I want a man of my own, a man who has my respect Not a womaniser, not a cheater, not a gold digger