Skirts raised***
These marks like my shame
Are all over me like a rash.
Hold my breast
Fell my other 'body parts'
For your own amusement!
We are in the time
When tunes played make me erupt like a volcano!
Skirts down *****
Through the sirens,
You hear politicians say
"Vote for me and I will serve you."
Eyes closed*****
What I have learnt from the #AshawoLane
Is a lesson to be sang like a song.
Sighs*****
When politicians say
"I will serve you"
It means
"Vote for me so that you serve me"
Or in my case
"Vote for me so I serve you
And
Eat you up for free."
Well my thighs during these times
Are tables
On which highly inflated contracts
Are signed!
Breathe out.
I'm exhausted already.
P/S: Upon all the poems dubbed #AshawoLane, this one is my favorite and captures the concept I want to put across. Meet me at the #AshawoLane for my detailsSHAWOLALANE
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