WOMANA Poem by Alvin L. KathembeWARNING: Graphic languageHold your tongue, woman, And know your place. You are only good for three things - Your cook, your clean, and your c**t. Teach them to exist for my amusement, These daughters you are raising. Raise them content to be owned; A possession and a plaything. Obsess them with an ideal of beauty Impossible and sick; Teach your sons to think of them as but Receptacles for dick. In your music, in your movies Make him think that he can earn it Make him believe that p***y Is his birthright, he deserves it; That if he has money, and power Cinderella will follow If you’ve got it, then no b***h Can dare tell you no. Tell him he was born superior - It is written, it is known Then misconstrue your scriptures To make it seem so… Men are wild and vicious creatures Born to rip, and bred to tear To want, for them, is to take: So watch what you wear. Can you provoke a lion into mauling you Then take him to task for it? If you go out, looking like that Then you are asking for it. A woman’s place is the bedroom Is the market, is the kitchen; A woman is to be bought and sold: A factory for children. So when she talks back to me I don’t hesitate to stretch my arm - When I s**t on her, when I break her down I forget how small I am. © 2014 Alvin L. KathembeReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 4, 2014 Last Updated on December 4, 2014 AuthorAlvin L. KathembeNairobi, KenyaAboutI write for the mind...and if I touch your heart while I'm at it, I'll take it. more..Writing
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