It started with generation
Adam and Eve never wore clothes
Adam walked bare-chested, bare-waisted, bare buttocked with bare ding dong
Eve came in her glory
Moved graciously with singing boobs,
Shook teasingly the body structure,
Wobbled confidently the plumpy back,
And warned sternly with every step,
Yet there was no foul play
No sin recorded,
There was no problem.
Now a little flesh;
An abominable act
A little shake; a treasonable sin
A little look equals seduction
Why can’t we go to the days of old?
Do we really have indecent clothes or minds?
Why can’t we look and not do with our minds?
Women suffer, powerful women suffer
Oh Beyonce!
Corrupted minds cry ‘Foul’ at a little sexiness
Fearful possessors scream ‘Sinful’ at thoughts of losing minds of co-habitors
And mothers cry ‘No’ in low self confidence
What is this world?
What are we all pointing at when it is in our brains?
Why can’t we for once go back to our roots?
What is so appalling when we have seen it all
Or are likely to see it all?
Corrupted minds, heal yourselves!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.