Take them off
Take them all off and leave me naked
So naked as the day I was born
And make sure all my troubles are gone
Take them all off, all off!
The clothes of labelling
The clothes of gender
Take off the clothes of need
And help me feed
I say take them off!
Take off the clothes of pain,
The clothes loneliness
Take off the clothes of ill health
And leave me stark naked in good health
Oooh take them off!
Take off the clothes of hatred
The clothes of tiredness
The clothes of thoughts
And peel the pants of prostitution
Take off the clothes!
Leave me as pure as the day I was born
Without thought horns
Without fear of thorns
Take me out of this jungle
Yes, out of this jungle of flowering tornadoes
Back through the womb rivers
Into the hole of the snake who spit me out
Until I reach the heaven of waist sack
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015