they say I’ll be lonely, that I’ll grow old alone

so they tell me to find someone, as if the one that

I would love grows on trees

 

as if like apples

I can just easily take a pick

and put whoever he is in my basket

 

they make it sound like I should go on shopping

hit the grocery store or the market

and start going through my list

 

why can’t they understand that I’m fine?

that I prefer it this way?

that I prayed to God about it,

that I am in no hurry,

that settling down would mean difficulty

for both my parents

 

I stand firm but never am I alone

being single never equates to loneliness

I am the exception to whatever rule

you may have in mind

 

I refuse their pressure

I know they will never understand

and I don’t need them to

for I know what I want

and I know what makes me happy