MEN AND ANTICS

If my shiny lips rub on your libido
Man so loose, check yourself
If my bouncy breasts wake your monsters
Man so fickle, hold yourself
If my wriggling buttocks crack your jack
Man so indiscipline, punish yourself
If my short skirt forces you to sin
I have no electric wire attached to you
Neither am I a socket with a gun to your head
Man so hopeless, work on your restraint

II
There is no sense caging me in clothe ovens
Just to dim my nature
Did I create myself?
There is no sense in addressing me so foul
Just to fill your inadequacies
Did I create myself?
There is no sense in setting laws to subdue my being
Why not set laws to tame your inappropriate mind?
Man so untrained wanting to restrain me, check yourself
For my breasts will continue to bounce even in its fall
My buttocks will not stop shaking just so you can find your heaven
My hips will swing and my thighs will sing
My eyes will twinkle and my voice will soothe
Pluck your eyes and or hurt your ears
And stop the antics of projecting your shortfalls
…on me
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 21, 2021

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