Respect and Honour My Female Animal,
She who leaks and smells and exhales,
She carries inside exploding life,
Yet, she is accused in primitive tales.

Ode To My Body
She who leaks and smells and exhales,
Pushed to the ground,
Forcefully split with foreign flesh,
Yet, she retreats, absorbs shame, starts afresh.

Ode To My Body
She who leaks and smells and exhales,
She craves intimate pleasures,
Yet, fingers point: "You went astray!"

Ode To My Body
She who leaks and smells and exhales,
She sacrifices her beauty and proportion;
Yet, she is far from ideal notions.

Respect and protect your female animal,
Fellow bodies of the world
She who itches and roars and sweats,
The flesh is a universe; it gathers regrets.

by NWAINA

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LADY(S) PRESENT(S)

In a drawer I found a book,
I thought to my self 'I'll take a look',
Yellow pages faded ink,
Before I had time even to think,
Behind my back the Lady in Pink,

Pink, Pink, Pink, Pink
Pa-pa Pinga Pink, Pink

The Lady in Pink was my old neighbour,
In her food she adds no flavour,
She can't use salt because she's sick,
Instead she has pastilles to lick,

Disfigured face, disfigured bones,
Her prime was rather full of thrones, 
Thrones ancient thrones made out of gold,
With leather handles, ivory mold,
They kept her warm, kept out the cold,
But didn't manage to withhold,

The dark, dark, dark, dark, darkness
Dark, dark, dark, dark, darkness,
Dark, dark, darkness of her soul

The dark, dark, dark, dark, darkness
Dark, dark, dark, dark, darkness,
Dark, dark, darkness of her soul,

In her drawer I found the book,
I had the glimpse I had the look,
Hieroglyphics -I'm not Egyptian-,
Behind the symbols a prescription,

Long list of drugs,
With no description,
I lost my nerve, 
I lost my diction,

A déjà vu, 
A premonition,
A burning mask,
Refused submission,

She'll soon, soon, soon be dead,
Soon, soon, soon be dead,
Soon, soon, soon be dead,

She'll cut, cut, cut her thread,
Cut, cut, cut, her thread,
Cut, cut, cut, will cut her thread,

Was it my fault,
Was it my ignition?
Unspoken hatred,
Due to omission?

She offered tea,
But t'was too late,
Her clock was ticking,
Almost eight.

Tick, tock... 


The Lady in Pink

The Lady in Pink Hits the Dancefloor

Lips dyed in red,
Hair smelling like winter,
I see her running ahead,
In the pace of a sprinter

You think she'll run to the Mister,
With the badge on his chest,
In the public yellow bin,
She hides her head instead.

Instead, Disturbed, Playing dead, Hides her head
Disturbed, Playing dead, Instead, Cuts her head.

The man behind the shadows,
Dries his cock with his palm,
Broken skin on his finger, 
Broken honour; yet calm

Eyes mad of glass,
Sparkle rotten desire,
The blood on his tongue,
Speaks of crime, tastes like fire


Bow you Young Lady.


The head inside the bin,
Decides to shoot to the stars,
It abandons her body,
To give way to handle the scars

Slingshots to the moon,
To find retreat in the darkness,
The universe's her land,
Home to celestial madness


Bow you young Lady.


Cast away the feeling of guilt, may it never return
Cast away the shade of shame, let your new skin teach you how to learn.


Bow you Young Lady.

Bow You Young Lady

Looking out your window,
To this gloomy afternoon
I'll be your bride you'll be my groom,
Lets get married in this room,

Pull the white sheets off the bed,
Make a veil around my head,
Beautiful mess pick out a dress,
We need no more we need no less

Let those wedding bells sing
Put your finger in my ring 

Ill take in all of your vows,
Sing to you this song,
There’s no right and there is no wrong,
Eternity does not take long

Cauliflower for bouquet,
It doesn't smell but its ok,
Coca – cola for champagne,
It is all our little game

Let those wedding bells sing
Put your finger in my ring 

Ha Ha Nwaina

You want a wedding that is DIY
Is this the way lady, you wana leve and die?

I like your flow, I like your style, I like your swe, swe, sway,
I'll be your priest lady, your maid of honour if I may

So finda ring you better put it on a finger,
Cause In this party you're the host n you're the ringer

Diamonds ain't quite the bling that ticks your clock,
Shoot to the moon gal to find a loony precious rock,


Land on the moon Lady
Terms n conditions don't apply
Cause on the moon, guess what?
The limit ain't no more the sky,

Land on the moon gal,
Miss planet earth is so far, 
From up there massive weddings,
Look surreal so bizarre,


Land on the moon on the moon,
To see our planet from afar,
Capture a glimpse from the sun, 
And put straight into a jar,


And then you bring it back,
And light up your wedding,
Cause Sereena on this day,
Will bring guitars to do some shredding!

Put your finger in my ring.