Submitted

I sit back and think what a mess I’ve gotten myself into

‘I’m strong’, ‘ I can handle him’, ‘Independent woman coming through’

I’ve eaten my own words, I’m now your puppet, your love slave

I only want what you desire, like a puppy, I behave.

My will has melted into yours, blended all the same.

You can do with me what you will, I can’t put up a fight.

I struggle, buck, fuss, but in the end you win.

I can’t keep this up, I am not strong enough

I’ve kicked that I’m tough, stuff, right in the buff.

You got me where you want me, I submit, my chances are slim.

I just thank God, I praise God, that you are submitted to HIM.

LaShonda Legrone