I don't want to be woman today

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Swimming in the sand pit of the hour glass of life
The stream of sand is getting narrow
Today I want to be a sparrow
I want to fly without being noticed to skies of tomorrow
For some reason today I have so much sorrow
Yet I can’t point what kind of chisel is chipping into my heart of steal

I don’t want to be woman today
I don’t want to love with all my heart
I cry like a child when broken
I don’t want to be friend; let me be; my heart is weary

I don’t want to be woman today
My own body betrays me
Once every month it creates its own stormy skies and I cry for no reason
I don’t want to be anyone’s pillar; let me be; my soul is dry


I don’t want to be woman today
I hate this point right here! I love you yes,
But I don’t want to hold your hand
I don’t want to be anyone’s lover; let me be; my spirit wants to sleep

I don’t want to be woman today
I want to be free of razors!
I want to love all the hairs on my body; on my legs and the two on my chin
I don’t want to be great; not even close; let me be; let me soak in my sweat

I don’t want to be woman to day
I want to understand what I want
Most of all I want to understand me
I don’t want to be Nairobi today; unpredictable; let me be; let me breathe

Today I want to be a sparrow
Maybe I will be an eagle tomorrow
But today, just let me lay low
Let me be!

© Namatsi Lukoye 2011

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