Hear me, and hear me well,
I do not bloody care,
Whoever told you those illusion lied to you
Whoever told you that man came from you should think again
Pride is yorked with doom
Hear me clear and correctly,
Arrogance only makes you look piteous
I hear you say, even Jesus christ never broke the protocol
What _ arrogancy?
Can creation create the creator?
Think again dear sister
The cradle of the universe is he and he alone
I hear you run your tongue in celebration,
celebrating a mere obedience to a Man's home call
Men dies more to women
That you said
The heap of flesh you brag with
I gave it to you
The pound of flesh you shoulder high with, is mine
Pocket your fangs dear beloved
They are toothless and can't lash my wit.
- Author: Timothy Hilary Musa (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 28th, 2024 02:18
- Comment from author about the poem: This piece is aimed at disabusing the mind of few poet who shoulder high to the fact that, man came from a woman and her womb is the gate to a Man's beginning.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 14
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Great write
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