Folakemi …

I look upon your form with the deepest feelings of desire

I desire the death of doom

Which you represent to me 

The eternal damnation to which I have subjected myself 

Plays its essence in your uncaring stance 

How dare you stand so solidly 

So proudly 

So O K

Artist: David Akinola

How dare you be so confident in the large mounds that erupt from yourself 

How dare you bare the barrel of your middle with no shame

Really … how dare you? 

How have you not worn a wish to be thin on your face 

Covered yourself in a shroud 

Until you are born again

As a top-heavy stick 

Or a lollipop

With your head bobbing left and right 

Refusing rice from aunty

What blue magic is it

That makes you so free

Free from the burden of societies eyes

Free to bask in the beauty of your bosoms

As they spill out 

So generously 

So soft 

And warm

That is how I imagine you must feel 

Like a warm bowl of the most decadent dessert 

Topping itself with the coldest cream of creams 

So delectable 

I love you 

And the way you make me feel

BOLD! 

I hate you 

And the way you make me feel 

ashamed

Carry the heft of your confident self away 

I have had enough of it