With a bent back, exploded face
Uncircumcised fury, unrepenting joviality
Packaged pregnancy, butt-naked navel
Coupled with invisible companions
She fulfils the prophecy of Rocks playing the role of men
She rides on exposed feet
She delegates the power of wielding the reins to her shoulders
She is professionally mad
Punctually exhibiting confident smiling teeth
Not a single decline from the Ladder of self esteem
Never having to not have nothing to do
Ever so humble with her wasted wisdom
Once a celebrated branch of a family tree
Now a prominent pioneer of the street team
When the world wonders she slumbers
With no goals in the game she’s a hunter
The universe but her seems marveled
How she journeys with mysteries unraveled
Such as the sapien whom with her slept
Whose sperm resurrected her seeds
Sanity breeds not satisfaction
Not even ritualists have use for crazy heads
There is a glitter of hope when with a smile or a sweat
The so called sorrow ceases to be a threat
Written by: Soul-o’man Fawehinmi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson