Steam rolled daily in a this daily roller coaster called life
Not because of the natural essence of life, worthwhile…
Not because of the appeasing plea unique enlightenment
Not because of reproductive need, procreative futures
Because the cultural on you demand it? Is that all this is?
Well, guess what? I’m not going to run along doing yours
If you can’t ask a favour when done say, “thank you, I don’t
Know where I’d be without you,” you fit out for size on me.
“That will keep you busy for the day,” you said & I go from
Partner, girlfriend, call it what you will to house maiden!”
I watch you in silence I watch you good I watch you learning
And fast too and aim. No harm meant. I can’t do you harm
Just to tell you this: “if you want to ask a favour ask it, ok!”
The steam of your impetuousness caught in your face. Good
As long as you know, “I’ve stuff to be getting on with too!”
As for marriage; sown in locked in kept in power scape home
As for procreative demands; foraging on capitalist wings far
As for all the culturally imposed stuff, call it entertainment…
And the steam rolling tryst I’ll just say this, I’m a person too
Next time meditate on this before you over do over do, ok?
Do you want a slap? Over-indulged obese and loud, what? Me?
But away away cowards never want their faced seen never.
Have you? Have you? Marking me for dead, have you finished?
Mia Nikasimo – is a Nigerian writer and transgender activist based in London. 2013 copyright!