The Man Sitting In Front Of You
THE MAN SITTING IN FRONT OF YOU
He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that
He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s v****a
But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product?
And tags it a righteous conduct
To take a bite of the material to know it’s worth
And to be the first person to know what’s what and what’s not
That man sitting in front of you was the one who’s made me a shame
Since Mum caught him on me the second time, life’s never remained the same
I can’t even call my natal vehicle “Mom”
She’d say “I am not the mother of a whore”
I cannot give birth to a lady
Who’s only dream is to give birth as a baby
But what am I to do when that man sitting in front of you caused all these?
I can’t even tell you the pain I feel when someone calls me by his last name
I have to hold it in each time, in school I have to be called upon by the teacher with that name while being sane
But to whom am I to explain all these?
That the man you call my Father,
has committed murder
towards myself and my mother,
he’s sexed his first daughter
in an attempt to be the first buyer.
