Surgeon

You said you loved her

Got her delicious meat pies that could only came from the fries of fiesta

You said she was crunchy

That she tasted like a slender piece of fried yam dried up by the heat of jealous ground nut oil

You said you were different

Unlike the others

You promised you would heal her

If only she gave you the visa

And so with conviction she gave you the green card

She opened up her wounded heart

 Hoping the medications of your love would be the antidote

She saw you as surgeon

Able to patch up the leakages

And she saw herself healing

Until you left the scissors that expanded the sore

It’s obvious you were no different after all