Am I less?
Well, what’s the bench mark?
Less of a woman with less ample breasts?
Wearing less makeup and a longer dress
Less, sparkle and shine
But more grit and grime
why must I be soft?
Delicate and proper
LIKE a lady?
OR a lady?
What is a lady?
Well, I guess I don’t fit
Because I can’t force-fake a dream of diamonds and marriage and children and debt.
I close my eyes
And fantasize of revolution
I remember the listless limbless child slaves
The ones mining your diamonds for a cup of rice a day
I dream of a new reality where people are valued
Where money falls from grace
Where you’ll all have egg on your face
Don’t try to put me in a box and pop a label on it
You don’t understand because you’re selfish
You are your own sun
And we just orbit
Of no importance
And have convictions
I have love
I’ll not wed society
A society allowing for poverty,
Not for change
Not for love
Not echoing the cries of the vulnerable like thunder
Prim won’t feed the children
And, it would be proper, to put a stop to sex trafficking.
If a “Lady” wears a diamond on her perfectly manicured ring finger,
Does it show her husband her commitment?
Or just that, African children are less important?
I’m not buying what you’re selling
So call me a man because I’ve got balls and you’re right,
A diamond IS forever.
Forever lining the pockets of war profiteers
Forever ruining economies
Forever encouraging genocide
Your divorce will sever ties
But your diamond severed lives
It cast a foreshadow on your union
Polluting the purity of your marriage like raw sewage
All because you acted before you thought
Goo goo gaa gaa over that ring your friend bought
Like a rodent attracted to its shine
It’s just a ring
Well you tell that to him,
The boy with one hand
To his mother
To the villages destroyed and its people run off their land
So you see,
You say is ‘just a ring’
Decide what you stand for.