POEM BY: ALICK MUSHEKWA®
©2020

JUDGE ME NOT!

Judge me not;
Tie me not;
I will lie to you not;

My life is a sinking boat;
My body has been stormed by irresistible cold
My temperature is more than hot;
Wrap me a in coat;
I will thank you more than a lot;
My currency is weaker than a k100 note:
For my sins I dare not to tie like a knot
The devil is ever persuading me to give him a vote
For his faithful worker I have been without faults
How then shall I revolt?

JUDGE ME NOT!

How can I be holy;
When my life has fallen in abyssal misery
Everyone sees a nude picture in me

I have become a public toilet to all;
Who is going to receive me when I fall?
No body dare to find out why I do what they term sin

My life has become useless;
Everyone treats me with no regard to my dignity
My body the scroll like an Android phone

Politicians have turned me into their campaigning vessel;
To some living in the darkest world of sex; my body they take as zesco

Powering the nation is the motto of my services

Their moods I brighten with no load shedding

To some embed with a bitter tongue; my body they take as nakambala brown sugar company

Energy for life is my motto;

Energy I provide in a gymnastic way coupled with peristaltic moment

To some bored sugar daddies my body they take as better Tv

My motto is "pay it will show"

My thighs I display without showers; the scram of my voice smells like a flower

With no regrets;
My body I sell while my heart swells up with syphilis and gonorrhoea
Prostitution is my institution; services are everywhere you go like MTN

But for my services are peculiar, just like Airtel with me you will "feel free"

You can take me for granted for feeling free, but I am zamintelligent

With my Pamela gondwemic I will rob your financial pocket bank

Judge me not;
Tie me not;
I will lie to you not;

My life is a sinking boat;
My body has been stormed by irresistible cold
My temperature is more than hot;
Wrap me a in coat;
I will thank you more than a lot;
My currency is weaker than a k100 note:
For my sins I dare not to tie like a knot
The devil is ever persuading me to give him a vote
For his faithful worker I have been without faults
How then shall I revolt?

JUDGE ME NOT!

Where do I go;
Pastors devoured my golden pot

Choir masters conducted choruses in my hidden upper rooms

Youth leaders coached me in sexual warm ups;
My body has lost its natural smell, for genitals have worn out

My fellow sisters in Christ were my fellow sexualist

They worked with me perfectly to becoming sexual specialists

I dream hell;
My life in a well;
On a deep sea I fail to sail
My body has been dilapidated beyond repair;
I may live, but in utter despair
My survive chance seems to be rare
My voice has been damaged to its highest blare

Oh, may God Satan is extremely unfair
Using me in all his barbaric affairs

My salvation certificate has tarnished

The picture of God from my life has varnished

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