DON’T YOU KNOW ME? 18+

Sometimes
…drums talk to let the world know their sounds
Sometimes
…bamboos cut to let bodies know they bite
Sometimes
…rains flood
…fires burn
…airs kill
To let the world know they can be masters
That’s why I ask today
Don’t you know me?
Now you want to know

II
I am that vagina which fucked society
…to birth my own freedom
…making it feed on my breasts of consistency
…to grow into a fulfillment untouchable

IIb
I am that cunt which cleared muscles of misogyny
To let penises taught to be self entitled to bodies like mine know
That they’re nothing but live meat with no teeth
Ones I can chew if I choose to roast with my heart
…in a heartbeat, with no satisfaction

IIc
I am that ceiling which breaks many a feeling
…of high handed egos
To make them crawl like worms
…on stages of their revered
Forcing their builders to cry seas of tears
…into sands of failure

IId
I am the monster in moaning
Dissatisfied with poundings without stirring
Livid when foods are eaten without clarity of licking
Angry when idiots seek my chariot as it speeds to feed me
Call me the bewitching strokes of lightning
…beautiful, striking and fast
…so much so eyes fold at a sight only to be told by minds to be bold
…and watch
At a time when I’m long gone

IIe
I am the won’t which strokes your can’t
Pushing long lusted fantasies into oceans of sadness
…which drown you into a living dead
Yes, I am that which you fear but love
That very one the cowardly you hide to hail!
I am that snake which dragons through the wagons of hell
…only to end up pampered in the bliss of heaven

IIf
I am that fiery force failure dresses to garner applause of nonenties
…only for excellence to blind them with shame
Oh I am the you you dream of
The deviation which stops the aviation of your best reality
…in drowning sorrows
I am that strike fools pray to avoid
Harrasers pour libation on Christian prayers to swerve
And patriarchal kings travel into the archives of their forbears
…to purge themselves off
But find themselves too enchanted and stuck
Yes, I am the she who breaks through hes to open the eyes of ignorance
…to the supremacy of hers

III
So do all you can
But step not on my fiery tail
Lest I show you that breasts can hold swords
…to clear multitudes of tomfoolery
…on enlightened grounds
In a way which will kill the roots of your self confidence
Something I’ve no taste for
So threading cautiously to make you keep your rubbish
…in your filthy jurisdiction
So be warned and know
This and more is who I am
Let sense help you to deal with it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia April 22, 2021