In This Village

Village 2

In this village I live in

I stifle my soul   

Climb down from my throne

Bury the crown

In this village I live in

I don’t take sides

I trade in what I really think

For all the more approved of things

Toss me a coin

And I’ll do a little dance

My mother screamed

The day I cut my hair

My boyfriend left

When I told him

I didn’t like sex

My kid cousin asked me

Why I haven’t made babies

In this village I live in

There is no room to laugh

We giggle discreetly

In our capsules of glass

In this village I live in

You follow the rules

Look pretty

Sound smart

Smell sweet

Keep clean

We smile at our neighbours

But would rather crumple their children,

And drink their blood

Trash their crowns

And gobble their hearts

The old ones hover like the holy ghost

Tossing their wisdom, like golden prose

The young ones pretend to talk like poets

Drinking cheap wine and getting horny

The old ones are up their own arses

The young ones are sniffing everyone elses

But in this village I live in, I don’t take sides.

I trade in my sex, my sins, the colour of my skin

For all the more approved of things

Copyright® Michele Koh Morollo 2006

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