What They Don't Know Poem by Tebogo Phaladi Cornelia Phooko

What you don't know, that I know.
My voice so mellifluous
Presenting me as emasculate,
As if I am heaven's perfect candidate.
Ohh they don't know,
As they clothe me in pure perfection.

Only if they pay attention,
To my speech rather,
They'll see a different dimension.
And not that I blather,
Course in my other perception,
I call it adjudicating with invention.

Although that might be over rated without being calculated.
I am completely aware,
That 'I am naughty, but yet innocent'
And yet many still don't know,
But I can't say beware, I can only put them up for a dare

Not that it's all bad, i'm not a rotten potato in a bag
Nor am I a lion in a sheep's skin, My naughtiness leaves an ignited room and my innocence leaves a healthy bloom.