Don’t ask me
Why my breast is sagging
Ask me about the four comely children
That suctioned my breast for two years each
Thank God in my life for the robust way they look
Appreciate the good job my breast did
In flowing ceaselessly with opulent milk
Don’t ask me
Why my tummy is not flat
Ask me about having a baby who weighed 4.6kg
Another who weighed 4.8kg
Ask me about two other who weighed 5kg
In my tummy for nine months
Thank God for me that I gave my womb disposingly
The stretch marks can bear me witness
Don’t ask me
Why I can no longer twerk
The same way Shakira will do
Ask me about the cumbersomely hefty load my back fortified
For nine months times four
Ask me about the pains it bore in the labour room
Thank God for my life that I withstood the pain
Thank God for my life that my bones were not broken
Don’t ask me
Why I am suddenly able to withstand any pain
If you have ever been to the labour room
You will understand the denotement
Of breaking two hundred bones at the same time
Thank God for me that I did not give up
Because of the excruciating pains
Now no matter what anyone does
It cannot be more than the pains of distribution
Don’t ask me
Where I have got my strenght from
Ask me how espousement has edified me
How to multitask naturally
And withal perform my task excellently sexually
Thank God for my life for vigor
Thank the owner of strenght himself for being so munificent
Don’t ask me why
Thank God for me
The transmutes you optically discern now
Is as a result of the fire I passed through
I came, I performed and the result is conspicuous
Blissful International Women’s Day!!!
(c) Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
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