And So We Get Married

Because we’re our own elder sisters and brothers
Watched over by ghost fathers and mothers
We walk in slow mo’ heavy loads on our shoulders
Hunchback, young blood but old souls holders
Head down we follow the footsteps of our models, I mean shadows
Mirrors scare us unless they reflect characters in our favorite shows We cram the script as we go
We play by the game as we grow
“Fake it till you make it” is relationship goals
If you’ve never faked, cast me thirty six stones
We force ourselves to smile in public for all the tears that overflow on their own
Our bellies don’t stomach any more of our groans when we’re alone
Our cheeks take on the role of shock absorbers for our sobs and moans once in our comfort zones
So vulnerable, so lonely, so desperate we bury our heads in our phones
Searching for what we believe we deserve till what we deserve becomes whatever is available
Who would have imagined that we’d fall for messengers with no messages
Who would have thought we’d look for our reflections in strangers’ selfie images?
That we’d fall for the fake hair, fake nails, fake hips, fake eyebrows, fake boobs, forced cleavages
For the leased cars, loaned houses, flashy cards, exaggerated accents in unmastered languages

…and so we get married

We try so hard to make impressions that we become real-life impressionists
Victims of imitations, we even strive to up our favorite protagonists
From Hollywood, Bollywood, Nollywood, Hillywood to Whateverwood
We truly become what we consume
Consumed in our costumes, our customs lose meanings
And so does everything, even dates are reduced to mere castings
And the best at acting gets the trophy: the bling bling
Calling it an engagement ring would be an understatement
Believe me it’s an achievement
In fact, the next big thing after a degree
Or earning enough to lie to ourselves we’re making a living
The ring is also a relieving answer to the perpetual question of when are we marrying?
Since nobody cares about who, we propose to whoever is already in need of agreeing
It makes us look more advanced than our peers partying in their early twenties like there is no future
It is also a seat at the table with insecure couples in their late thirties catching up with mother nature
Because soon is gonna be too late to have kids having their features

…and so we get married

For one day…
A day we’ve been led to believe is the most important day
Yet in reality it’s the day we spend our savings, and those of our friends’
For the expensive clothes that we’ll never put on again
To impress uninvited guests who stumbled upon our invite
On a family dusty shelter, on a colleague’s dashboard or on our timeline
On that day we show off a bright smile on the outside while we cringe inside
Especially when we realize the hired old folks are taking the roles of our parents too far
Then our partner’s fingers slide between ours suggesting a “relax sweetheart”
Or rather “Relax sweetheart, go with the flow, play your part
Enjoy the show, you already showed your cards”
You dressed to impress, your tie matching her dress
Is no coincidence, so walk with finesse, smile, don’t stress
Nobody should guess the mess you bought to yourself
All must look perfect, there will be a time for retrospect
But for the moment
Enjoy the handshakes from random old men
Telling you “Now you’re a man!” because it seems you were a cucumber before the wedding
On the other hand the bride’s being squeezed between the arms of a spinster auntie
Giving her tips about how to keep you on a leash while she keeps winking at you
So you raise your drink, confused, then it hits you
It’s just a show and in a few hours, everyone will be home

…and so we get married

For a visa, for money, for security, for families
For a place to call home, for shared responsibilities
For the orgasms we hope will be regular
For so many reasons and none in particular
But also for beauty, for love or the idea of it
For the fact that we can finally feel
Good, bad, right, wrong, big, small
Happy, sad, high, low, amazing, miserable
Because it takes special people to break our walls
To whom we can open up and allow to touch our soul
To revive the idle child in us long ago put to sleep
To make us believe again in magic, in music, in poetry
To understand the language of the heart
To the possibilities of wandering between the stars
And planets then take a break on the moon
Before we return to this ground that awaits to be our tomb
I bet your logic is in stitches, “What a Fool!” but emotions are too
Falling in love is trusting the unknown like a butterfly straight from its cocoon
Getting married is skydiving wearing faith as a jumpsuit with no parachute
After witnessing many crash and still hope the landing will be smooth

…and so we get married


5 thoughts on “And So We Get Married

  1. Eric this is truth. Filled with so much emotion,I can only imagine you performing it! I am sure many will identify with it ,if they choose to.

    You are Art.

    Keep being you.

  2. I always liked poems.. But this is soo touching. Soo true. Soo full of sad reality. Thank you. I wish to hear you perform it.

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