My Kind of Freedom

Hello Mediocrity,
It’s me, the boy you molested.
I’m out here in Freetown
no more loans for your waist.
Remember the night of your linens,
the very egg you broke?
Remember the sun and its color
how you lied like sugar in coke.
Remember the thick wall of your loins?
I’m not going in there again,
since you told me all men wore the same skin,
note the same heart
and think somewhat alike,
since you told me women
must have breasts in their brains
and milk their egos with pride.
It will not happen again
I repeat
It will not happen again.
Not in this life,
or the afterlife.
Don’t bother replying.

Ruddapoet