Even in the event that one day I can afford to,
God forbid that I should be the one to take what is not freely given.
Just like he took, with the sacrifice of blood and flesh that might end up in a can of Chinese-made mincemeat.
I am waiting, I am courting, I am hoping
You see the plan beyond the physical pain.
That you, unlike him, know that not all cravings are entitled to the dignity of attention.
I am learning,
To speak your language
So that I can write you long letters.
Each pleading with you to stop sabotaging my life.
You might be the reason I never get married
Or land my dream job
Because as long as I am woman
I have to bow down low enough to receive from the slightness of society.
It seems I am missing the manual on how to read between the chains of vitamin, if only it is
to learn how to direct fat to where I would like it to go.
I would not overuse this privilege.
Even I know there is a line never to be crossed,
Lest we offend the religious folk by subjecting God to live in a temple that is too beautifully sculpted,
never mind that He saw all that He had made, and it was very good.
I don’t believe I could afford all the cloths that I would have to use to cover you up.
If I don’t hide you, as something to be ashamed of and not a glory of the workmanship of my Lord,
my hard work and discipline,
‘Masculine’ men will accept this as an invitation to comment, look over and for those brave enough; feel you up.
Just as if you were a high value toy piece on promotion, a limited edition that they all had to have a go at.
This is about you, not men who are confused about what it means to carry the burden of
masculinity and manhood…
So please, if you have problems with me,
Let’s settle everything out of public eye.
The world does not need to know when I do not take you out for your daily walk.
It certainly has no business knowing that I sometimes favour those little chubby buds on my
tongue over you.
I do want to take forcefully what you can give freely.
I look forward to your unusual cooperation.