When Womb Wanted To Be Man Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

When womb wanted to be man,
The village lost in brave normative precedents
Such that the mingle swings the wave of a rotten status quo
Bloodlines anthems in terrainal tribute of the lost vibe
Servitude still hang freedom singing necks
How the boasts helplessly engulf to exalt

When man wanted to be womb,
Village pope turned maidens of saddest poems
Emotion sang a tune within broken dishes' sounds
Transition emerged balls lost in the field of play
Scores lost, expires the state's reproduction

When womb wanted to be man,
A vinculo matrimonii, another death ground by the bitter
When soothing hymns done sung, it's ashes to dust
Written on tales born from lust
But the fit to enter is a mathematical must
Borne out, as products of spiritual heist

When man wanted to be womb,
Weirdo-like characteristic I manifest
Purely to match my tieing west
That sailed shores rolling carpets for pirates
To resurrect the death of alkebula's tune

When womb wanted to be man,
Split, the ground in half
Definitional instrument of broken commandments
Paged in tablets of spiritual slumbering
The broken hallelujahs came through my window of sorrow