By Adut Mayom Apioth
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Is my hair glamourous?
My dress all cinderella like,
Are my lips glossy,
Oh! I must look perfect for him,
Forget about the tradition,
All those chains that bind,
Keeping me from my beloved,
That my hair should be shaved,
And everyday at the farm,
Shunning away mothers advice,
And standing for love,
Loving my beloved trully,
Not understanding love at teen,
At the market we sang marriage,
Holding hands,and faces in the air,
Wishing eternity at the river banks,
As promises bound us,
And a day came,
And he called out the crowd,
Saying he found love,
But not with me ,but Tamara,
And i was all alone in love,
Gathering the shame i had scattered,
When i sang the song of love………..