TWENTY1ST CENTURY MAN

~TWENTY1ST CENTURY MAN~

 I know how to talk

To my chiefs, kings, queen mothers

And my elders

I have respect for all

I know how to stick my fingers

Into red pottage when eating with my mum

I respect customs and traditions

I value adages and proverbs of old

Which are now seen barbaric

For it’s those same barbarism that begat me.

 I don’t go in for women

With nipples stuck out in their dresses

For such women have nothing good to offer me

Than suicide and self-distraction.

 I don’t look at a woman’s bum twice

For I know it’s not right and it’s

Disrespectful to her in Christ,

I respect them

And try to treat them right

Even though I have failed in most cases.

 I still feel something within me

When I see the dangling breast of a woman

I know the essence of a vagina

And I will always stick to that.

I don’t look into the clouds

In the sky with eyes veiled with disrespect

And shout; there is no God!

There is no Heaven! And there is no Hell!-

Even though I’m a twenty-first Century man.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014