Can I describe the disgust
Nor voice out the distaste
That floods my person
Meanly and ably
When that thing you call yourself
Becomes sore food
for my eyes?
Voicing out the distaste
Will only make my being unchaste
Throwing me in a hushed haste
To end all
That talking about you entails
And believe me
I would do anything
To gladly end the tale.
I fret and sweat about chastity
But it’s all about what you make me do
Against the One
Who breezes my being air
Because You make me want to wish
I never had eyes
Or questioning the One
For handing you the lease of breath
Only for you to jab Him His effort
His touch of perfection
All back in the face, full?
You serve those reddened cheeks to my face
Praising yourself for being an ace
Even counting yourself first in the race
For my heart….hmmmn…you wish!
With nails I could mistake for talons
You attempt to touch me
You are even deceived into believing
I will be sensuously tickled
But counting my steps I am
Like a Walt Disney character
Waiting for the next opening
My legs touching my head
as I flee.
Your eyes blink and I pinch myself
Cos it has to be that dream
I shared with my father and got baptized
Ten years ago, without ado
You say mascara
But I scream ‘Masquerade!’
Do I talk or not
Of that mass of mess
On your head
I don’t give recourse to
a rat’s behind
If it is from Brazil or the moon
Dissatisfied with your Maker
Or joining Hollywood’s bandwagon
Is just the synonym
To showing me the gates-yes
Or me showing you the gates
Can’t you be natural?
Just for once?

Ogbonna Nnaemeka Henry.