Nothing Underneath

Things will always change

Like Summer to winter

Little remains the same

Even flowers blossom, and then wither

Are all changes worth an embrace?

We dressed in hides and Skins

They brought us dresses to make us neat

And triangular briefs to hold our dangling miniature feet

Then came the thongs with straps that got lost in butts

And fenced our women’s empress

Was this worth an embrace?

All hell broke loose

Pants and thongs divorced

‘Thighland’ and grassland exposed

We forgot we made a truce

Never to publicly expose

Should we embrace this too?

And mama is not amused

Her rich culture abused

Why have we fled from our roots?

Mama Africa please stop being Mute

Speak , I need to know if you approve


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