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    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.



    © 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.}


    A performing Poet|43rd Slam Africa poetry King|writer|Photographer | Founder: #UpgradePoetry

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    This is a poet that writes from the soul….


    Wow! To put it it simply; AWESOME!!!


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