The Phobia

Dead Do you remember the past? I slowly kill myself Afraid of this day It will never come It will always come Man,living being,you.... ...death also afraid of death? My fear is not death My phobia is being dead. Puberty Did she not tell you? With her untruthful tongue And her wrinkled face That you soon become a maiden With breast on your past dry chest Didn't she tell you ? Macho men will come They will penetrate you With their piecing manhood Didn't she tell you ? That you will have offspring I feel your unending disgust for womanhood I fear for you But she told you. Birth Haven't they torment you enough? The unborn kicked your unwilling stomach They have stayed in you Many market days You carried the pain of ejima We know,we all know Your anguish,extreme fright Oh daughter of deity bring forth your duo For the one that is killed Is the one that you keep. Death The journey will always end With my eyes closed And my soul goes to another.... ....your progeny Who at puberty will give birth to another you and me I see your fear I see your phobia.