first_imgEver tried to break gold?With your own bare hand?Did you feel the stiff?Would you trade gold for brass?Or try to sweep it like some grass?Gold is a precious shiny stone-not a strawMy body –this body you see, is goldI may be short, small or hugeWith my lappa stained with red palm oilSwamped by crying babies in the kitchenOr, I may be carrying my bucket,Filled with pepper, okra, and cornBut with these, I put food on that tableCan’t you see my courage shines like lightening?I may be walking in mud down watersideBut I smile like the bright morning sunDoes that make me a cow that you beat to move?Why do you knock me down and gang rape me like hungry thirsty leopards?Am I sweeter than honey?And you laugh like its funny?You are a coward, cruel and shamelessWhy do you keep me dirty, barefooted and broken?Are you afraid of the radiance in my eyes?Do you fear the glamour of my beauty?Are you struck by the size of  my hips?Are you intimidated by the glow of my breasts?Now, hear me young manThis body you beat is goldAre you a beast, built to beat a woman?If you’re Hercules, why not jump on a lion in his den?Is your prowess fixed for women?But, you don’t know goldSomeday, you’ll see a real manA man with arms thicker than yoursAnd chest wide for my bodyWith voice that vibrates like thunderAnd hands stronger than oxenBut, he, like a knight, guards me like a queenAnd guess what?This man, my man, is a real manLike a miner, he knows gold, even in dirtAnd he cleans it up and sets it in a jarAnd marvels at the splendor-enjoying his treasureBut, you poor manYou were blinded by a ghostNever knew the gold you hadAnd boy, oh boy, when you know thisI’ll flee like a bird and be goneWhen it hits your door, you’d be doneLeft with your over grown egoChained in a cageStuck with your rageDid you think you could dim my bulb?And blow my lambI’ll still be on fireWhen we pass you byRolling your wheelbarrow on the outskirts of dualaYou’ll hide your face behind the mountain’s backWith your torn-out trouseurs, asking in your coloqua-da my woman there?This face you bruise is goldThis nose you punch is goldThis arm you twist is goldThis leg you sweep is goldThis body, my body is gold.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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