What you own..

That hair of class that you keep twisting
From the corner of your sharp shoulders,
Does not belong to you,

Those long lashes that lie at the lawns
Of your heavenly half closed eyes,
Are not yours either,

Even the nice nails that jewel your feeble fingers,
They are plastic too,
They don't belong to you.

And your big buttocks!
Those that dribble when you walk
Just to arouse my penis...
Mbu!
You don't own them!
They used to be tinier
Than the balls they use in tennis.

The nipples that pimple the pumkin breasts
On your once flat chest...
They are nice.
But the right one is larger than the left one.
They are not yours.

That skin that on your face that sparkles,
You don't own it!
You own the one in the furrows of your knuckles.

And they say that the grade you got
In school was too high,
It's not yours!
That you got it
After giving the lecturer
The thing you've been hiding in your thighs.

Today,
Today you say you want a real man!
A loyal man.
A man full of honesty and modesty, 

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