It has become a trend in black communities where a man will have a relationship with a woman for a long time, more than 5 years. Then the couple breaks up and the man is married 5 months later to the complete surprise of the woman who he was with. In my opinion, I don't think the man gets away as cleanly as he makes out, which is how I got to write Your Children's Eyes.
I see how your children have sad eyes
Could that be because you parted with pieces of yourself in procreation before you had healed?
Like how a lamb spreads bitterness to it's meat when it sees the knife to end it's life
You thought your heartbreak was contained and covered with a shotgun marriage and marital consequences
And even though your face wouldn't betray you as you fulfil your new roles
Thoughts of the her of past have spread bitterness through your blood
And even when relatives quibble over which features belong to which lineage
No one owns your children's eyes
No one can quite place them
You, however, know whose eyes they belong to
The heartbreak you just did not want to deal with
And which now you have to face
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