Simone Wilson

How to Get a Man

I ain’t goin to no clubs.

I ain’t sittin on bar stools.

If you want to be successful

Then you got to break some rules.

Got my hat

Got my gloves

Got my bible and my fan.

I’m going to the church.

Gonna get myself  a man.

He can be short.

He can be tall.

Maybe fat

Even bald. 

Can’t be a miser

Got to have a tither.

Give a tenth to the Lord 

But the rest is mine.

While he’s at prayer meeting 

I’ll have a shopping good time.

Seen a deacon

He was speakin

‘Bout heaven and hell.

He was winkin

I was thinkin 

But it’s too soon to tell.

Gonna check his left forth finger

When I go shake his hand. 

I’ll be so sweet He won’t retreat.

I think I just found my man.

Heavenly Butterfly

I can’t explain it, I don’t know why

But I believe my mother’s spirit is enclosed in a butterfly.

When she left I looked to heaven with but one simple plea.

If I cannot have her in the physical,

Can her spirit visit me?

Nasturtiums were her favorite flowers.

She’d work in the garden for hours upon hours.

Planting, tending watering, weeding,

Their beauty each year outshined the preceding.

Now they bloom in my garden, orange, yellow, and red;

To honor my mother’s special flowerbed.

Some days I can’t visualize her no matter how hard I try

That’s when she visits me, in the form of a white butterfly.