These are the tears i never got to cry
Prayers I never said an AMEN to
because sin took the A and i am left with MEN
MORTALS.WHO TRY TO BE God but they end up with a small g
Men who fancy anything that starts with letter G; G-strings, G-spots and gay
Forgetting the creator has a G before the OD

Men who don’t cry for that girlish
Men who never went for theatre classes for they don’t ACT responsibly
Men who never say I LOVE YOU to their wives
But very sure to say I want you to their sides
I am saddened,

If a lady can take care of a child to maturity then let me be a mother
let me be a mother who will stand by her unwanted pregnancy
let that MOTHER teach me to be a FATHER
So men, for the next 3 minutes you will take to read this i DISOWN YOU!

Hide and seek isn’t the only game we should play with our ladies
Join the dots should be our favorite
For you’re the straight line that joins them.
If she’s pregnant join the dots you’re the father
if she’s crying join the dots you’re her shoulder
but where are you?
You’re lost in pubs, clubs seeing other women pole dance
Yet to your son you can’t fix a toy pole for him to jump!

Where are you?
Lost in mpango wa kando,finding pleasure in others
Making sure you eat in hotels while your family is eaten by hunger
And if you can’t man up I will WOMAN UP
I will cry, be a girl
Quit working in this office and go find a place in the kitchen
I will gossip, mood swing, blush foolishly
I will weave my hair-horse power
and if you still can’t make up for the time lost
I will find comfort in my beauty-MAKE UP

But you don’t see my African physique
You used to turn around, see my African behind
Stopped what your friends were doing,
To comment on my African thighs
My hair made you sway
But you’ve taken my place with your maw-hawks
Replaced my ripe African breasts with his rough built chest

I am a woman-JEALOUS
God did not create ME-males
He gave you me a Female
What satisfaction do you get lagging behind?
And if Bolt runs from it who are you not to?
Where are you?
When all I see are
big boys masquerading as men

I am a woman
Complete with a package you can’t get from another man
Let’s make sense here

That man you call your wife can’t be a MOTHER
I make a man complete
I bring the missing rib to you
Yet you wife a man?
Two missing ribs? Does that make sense?

I know we said we run the world
I know we fought for equal rights
Called you all sorts of names
With dogs being top of the list
Well I revoke those words.

I WANT MY MAN BACK!

 

GUFY

© Gufy Poet [Oscar Ogero]

Twitter:     @gufydox
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{GuFy Dox is a Nakuru born Poet . He is a second year Film student at the Kenya Institute of mass Communication.A saved Christian. Has an extreme loving for writing and the color pink. The  43rd Slam Africa King. Runs a poetry movement known as #UpgradePoetry at his home town in Nakuru.}

 

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