They celebrate “big dick energy”
They applaud all the attributes of masculinity
Yet here I am confined in my femininity
Unable to openly speak and verbalise every aspect of what makes me me in all my originality
Ndiri denga racho…ndati
I am thus unable to achieve mortal serendipity
Ndini dziva rehupenyu mungandidii?
Because they love my ass, my thighs, big breasts which they have summed up as my entirety
Ndati Ndiri denga racho…ndati
But my blood they tell me to hide because it’s an aspect they’d rather not let be
Ndini dziva rehupenyu mungandidii?
My blood which is the genesis of life and the end of it all they cannot comprehend in all its enormity
I will thus mould the praise of my blood with my thick brown lips, paper and pen, tapping a bit into its vast entirety
Ndati Ndiri ndiri denga racho… ndati ndini dziva rehupenyu mungandidii?
And let the crimson stains of my monthly encounter remind me that I am so obviously and wonderfully divine.
