I want to know what they put in that book school love. That before the 90s we got married after three months because I knew we had a love. Whatever it was was a pass down to those generations because the kind of woman they had to be my commander. I can't make home for men who can't be bothered to admire my existence. I show no resistance in plenty of seas and my dark places, religious stories and every home besides its own. What kind of woman would I have had to be? It took official Friday when I really wanted roast. To massage broken egos, not the one who did the most like I cooked the meal. Wash the dishes, go on the kids, spend the kids, clean the house, pack the lunches, beat T.A. and blood oaths, I pray because she had the condescereical, the god of heck handle what gave me to the world and they labeled her a oak chips one. I must be the husband of our mother and my wife and my kids will come in.