Eyeballs have no teeth to grip me off the stage,

my voice echoes with the wind and wet rage.

Stares spare me the guilt of acts that disgust,

my story, identity and history I completely trust.

My deeds bring me no shame, why should I fear?

my inshakability can stand a storm, an earthquake I dare.

My feet tread for attention from all angles,

if not, I attract with mere sounds of bangles.

No woman or man can my heart shake in despair,

their opinions and views are there, for all I care.

gossips of my work pleases my eardrums,

songs of my acts composes new hymns.

whispers are silent and can’t erase my actions,

relationships I push for my emancipations.

Effects of the gallery of my legendary history,

leaves you bamboozled with stunning mystery.

Blinking changes my reactions with tickling pleasure,

extents I am willing to take to brush a great measure.

gushes of honey comments on social media,

as though I was a star spotted at a premier.

My fashion sense enlarge the pupil of every eye,

to duplicate my style is a delusional lie.

My elightments follows no ground of superstitions,

my shoes unkissable even with tremendous commissions.

Resident of cloud nine with length not width,

my confusing nerves develop hatred for filth.

My gentle guts fear no bullet of plastic,

my confidence, from a fictional novel unrealistic.

By: Nissi Lunga 🖤🔥