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You
are a man
who wants a woman
who knows nothing about being woman.
You want a woman
who will flay her skin
strip herself to the bone
in an attempt to clothe you
in kingly garments
You
have no need for designer clothes
not when
you wear the accomplishments
of a woman and her ancestry
You
would like a woman
who would shave off her nappy hair
to create a crown of eme(tho)r(ns)ald
for your unworthy head
but
you are not
a king
you are not
a god
you are not
a saviour
why do you toy with kingdoms
why do you wear royal robes
when the closest you have ever been to a throne
is when you are between my legs.
You,
thief
came into my life
suddenly
quietly, but suddenly
and tried to steal
the glory my forefathers
bestowed upon me
ha.
You do not touch
Sango’s thunder bolt
and walk away unburned
Understand this
I am not
not your woman
not your backbone
not your shield
I will be these things,
one day
when I find a man
who will not crumble
when I am not there to hold him
but for now
I am too busy
too busy falling in love with myself
to fall in love with you
too busy searching for God in family, in poetry, in beauty
to search for you
too busy worshipping myself
to worship you.
Do not try to make me make you my world.
Empires crumble, kingdoms fall, worlds end.
