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.
Copyright © Oyibo Victor | Year Posted 2015
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