Transfigured
I came as a beggar
mud in my shoes
tooth brush a stranger
salads a bad mixture
suits too un-African
boots my darling
comfort an abuse
reason waste of time
But after a while
I was transfigured
I became beautiful
for me, I and myself
a new creature really
proud, luxurious, witty
no one reasonable
everything forbidden
my wishes supreme
all in my powers I do
all my wishes they do
Let those who say no
go to helliest of hell
and brush their teeth
with mud of my feet
the best tooth paste
the charity from me
from the tender hip
of my loving breasts
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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