His name is redacted words,
and I believe he is the most
redacted description.

I am led to believe he has redacted
beyond the normal redaction of man
to woman.

And so, I feel redacted.

When I was a child,
a man called a woman
and asked for a date.

He gave her a promise ring
to state his intentions,
or a pin to share his bond.

And, on one knee,
he asked to share her soul.

Obscure hints were done
on the girls they loathed.

Am I redacted?

One day redacted or better
will come my way.

I hope I don’t mess things up!