I want to be nude,
I want to be stark raving naked with you.
I want our faces to show,
I want us to show our faces to the whole flora and fauna
Without expensive masks of discomfort.
I don’t want us to hide behind un-figurable countenance
While we scream to hide torturous voodoos of our stools.
I don’t want to calculate and form opinions that do not reflect us
So give me room, give you room to be naked.
I want our bodies to speak instead of speaking for them
I want us to show our beautiful faces coupled with their vicious intent when cornered
I want us to show our lovely stomachs in their contours with lively intestines struggling to be comfy
I want us to show every part of our being, in all their glory, filth and language of longings
Without having to hide behind grand spoken words of deceit
Nudity will speak
So give me room to be nude, show your nudity
Let us be nude, let’s be stark naked
In order to drop the sharp daggers we hold against each other in the dark
Then we will be sane
Then we will be men
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014