Respect for us they lacked,
Tagged us with the duffel Bags,
The outcasts treated with neglect,
Left alone with our thoughts.
Never did they take time to ponder,
Demons have emotions too,
So what's our roles without pain?
One thing I've decided to show you.
Don't shake your heads with spite,
With disappointment,
Two halves and ten girls undressed at my feet,
Begging me for one more,
Don't shake your head with spite,
When five wraps descend from my pockets,
With one lit on my lips.
Don't shake your head with spite,
When my trousers no longer stays up,
When my hair is tuned in bangs,
Don't ask if I don't know how to shop,
Aren't we still tagged with the duffel bags?
Don't shake your head with spite,
When the white clouds on pieces of paper,
Are the only things that give me strength.
Don't label me astray,
When I rebel to your norms,
Don't take me away,
Don't give me your pity face.
I'm nothing but a product,
So don't call me a bad boy,
I didn't carve myself,
Or isn't this still part of your ploy?
Don't shake your head with spite,
Don't turn your heads away,
Don't refrain from your own game,
That you no longer know how to play.
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©Maymunah Kadiri
