On my mind

To be the king, you would have been heir,
and all who are wise should open the ear.
I am wise, I am heir
to be king, you must come with your pair.
I am no Xerses, I’m no Solomon
my intentions do not have a pun.
I must grow, I must be a man
at some point, don’t show you’re a woman.
I have grown, I can make a child
but my feelings can’t get defiled.
There’s hurt and there’s cut
the story must cast a lot.
To be the king, you need a staff
don’t let fools use you like chaff
I am wise, women aside
to be king, your gut mustn’t hide.

Ruddapoet.