CASTED - BY JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
From the expression of
love We hate
those things that
makes us uncomfortable.
Then, feminism comes
to mind at once.
Flayed heart
beckon,
systems governed
lust,
another whitish world
at heart,
fragmented substances
made us,
we're scared in the
pit of horror.
This is who we are
with only eyes,
eyes that breeze away
those nectars
and petals of the
glorious hollow of us.
When this currency of
treasure is at hand,
Women changed from
manicure to pedicure.
That’s the remainder
of a whole life,
a life spent in
treasuring women,
a life spent in
tolerating men.
this is man's
Clay and that's woman's.
different dust and
will,
different eyes and
strength,
different hair and
behavior;
Nature made it so and
so,
women timid, men stronger,
Men one sided
reasoning, women two sided.
Now drop your ears in
my palms,
I have a tale papa
told me in a dream.
He said and said to my
ears:
"Only women with
attitude get twisted!”
Mother lifted up her
regalia and jewelries,
she made a snake
movement in the east end,
another elephant
adventure at the western,
then sat on papa's
grave and said to me:
"a bank whose
safe is up in the sky is no bank."
Now, tell me which
sound better, mother’s or father's?
We are scared from an
analysis and analogies of fate.
The moon says he is
greater because he rules at night,
The sun says he is the
greatest because he rules at day.
Father put kettle on
fire, mother takes it down,
girls queued on a
field, boys chased them away.
Pastor on altar, wife
by his side,
Women pilot, man
pilot,
man doctor, woman
doctor,
Woman’s pregnancy,
man...???
Man's sailor,
woman...???
take down the similarities
and differences!
We are casted like a
doubled face coin, man and woman.
Man is corrupt, woman
is corrupt, life a game!
At this very end of
the world shall man and woman be
made to fight for
equality in the quest of life.
But for now, this feminism
and *masculinism fight
shall remain till
Christ comes in fading light.
© John chizoba Vincent
Cam'god
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