GIVE ME CUSTODY! GIVE ME CUSTODY!

You were raised a lazy god of the home –
…your hands to never touch a diaper
…your laps to never host a child
…your ears to never stand a cry
…your palms to never knead dough
Yet you stand in front of a judge
…after collapsing your home
…to scream
GIVE ME CUSTODY! GIVE ME CUSTODY!

II
Now your wish has been delivered
By the Santa of court decree
For you to parent as Kwame
…and Kwesi
As Adwoa, Abena, Akua, Yaa and Ama
…are left for your broken piece
And you’re screaming

III
Just a few weeks run after their cheer
Just a few days hosting
…of their naughty play
Just a few hours noise
…in their child display
Play daunting piano in your mind
Why don’t you still keep screaming
GIVE ME CUSTODY! GIVE ME CUSTODY?

IV
You now run back
…after your sacks of complains
You now cry rains
…after a small stress strain
You now court the court
…thinking your life a hell
With a gently voice pleading
…i don’t want custody again
Why don’t you go back to-
GIVE ME CUSTODY! GIVE ME CUSTODY?

V
You thought child care a fan fair?
You thought child safety a porridge stir?
You thought washing a mouth incantation
…when your pocket knows not the price of a washing machine
…and your ego knows not the taste of home management
I wish you’ll man up and continue screaming
GIVE ME CUSTODY! GIVE ME CUSTODY!

VI
Next time watch your accusatory fingers
…before opening your mischievous mouth
So you don’t end up as a loan shark
…reduced to a borrower
Ɔtwea!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 17, 2020