We fight for equality, but
the fight is no longer the same
as when we first began. Now,
we fight not only for the right
to work outside the home, to
vote and ascend to political
prominence. We fight not only
for the right to be heard, to be
treated as equals and not as
possessions. We fight not only
to give the girl child a life in this
man’s world. We fight not only
to abolish FGM, to penalize the
hellish crimes of rape and
floggings at the hands of our men.
NO! We also fight for the right
to change our sex and copulate
with each other. We fight for
the right to legally trade our bodies,
we vigorously champion the
cause of vain displays of flesh,
clothing vulgarity in vogue,
and claiming indecency a
right. We fight to legalize
murder and condemn terrorism,
in one breath. We fight to
topple God-ordained headship
and install a demonic Jezebelic
reign. We fight to wear the
pants and be the man.
We then spawn a strange breed, one
with a perverted identity, that thinks
it quite natural to spit in our bemused faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem