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I was born a girl
Raised to be a woman
Now a female
Whatever that meant?I still do not understand.
Pink bows,fluffy dresses,high heeled shoes?not me
In the beginning of time
I fell in love with black!
With chaskele and gutter to gutter.
The rowdy game of football.
And the lovely game of basketball.
I am what society calls
Woman shikpilikpi for my local audience
An outright tomboy!
As I held that crushed milk tin and played chaskele with the boys in Kaneshie,
Instead of mama ne Dada,
I could tell you that it was love at first light.
As I reminisce my childhood
I chose to be boyish
Rather than be girly
And I would have thought you’d get tired of the taunts.
And leave me to fate.
But inhumane as you were ,
You called me Lesbian.
Because you saw me as an imbalanced hormonal entity
Created in a rush by
Odomomankoma who forgot to inject some femininity into my thick skull.
Because I shouted and shook the guys instead of hugging them,
You questioned the presence of my breast
If I had one at all
You doubted I could ever cleave to one man
If I would give birth
Or rather grow up to be one of those women
Who act like men and call themselves feminists.
Well I didn’t change.
And like Love came around?
It knocked me down
I’m still the man-woman you call me
Just with a partner now.
And dreams of having kids .
With tears to show my emotions
Let’s rewrite the future.
Tomboy is not lack of female hormones
But the path I chose
With all Grace
I’m a tomboy and not lesbian.
Endowed with female assets
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