Why do you walk through life with a man who's lap has not moulded to the stress of your swollen feet?
With a man who's shoulder does not hold the curvature of your head
With a man who does not smell like goodness
and who's skin is not saturated with your tears.  
Why do you walk through life with a man who's nights are not spent worrying
about how cold the empty space on your bed is
in his absence?

Mama, tell me why you walk through life with him?