CINDERELLA (Pidgin poem)

I don become mumu because of your love,

I don become deaf to haters jealous words,

What if tell you say I don become blind man–

Wey no fit work without you beside me all day

I no sey Jesus na master of doing miracles,

But yours con raise the dead feelings in me.

I no sey Judas betrayed Jesus because of money–

But no money fit buy your love wey dey my heart

See, na famous royal family I take come from

I go take you to go see ma beautiful mama for home,

I promise sey she go welcome you beautifully

With plenty plenty love wey she wear for her face

Cindarella, even if all girls gather because of me

I no go look their side, cus you be my chosen one,

If all witches and wizards gather to separate us,

Dem no fit, cus we don become like covalent bond.

©PORTRAIT