My divine woman

I had not touched a woman …yet
When I have been called
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman
Word of one hundred thousand evils
Word of isolation, desolation
Lonely nights, hand stuck between my legs

I had not touched a woman … yet
When my short hair would send the message
About my desire to caress a breast
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman
In the corridors the sound of their mockery
Would aggravate me

I had not touched a woman...yet
When my fight for justice against injustice
Had got me the name of
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman
Any woman who dared to neglect house chores
And chose to protest
Was doomed

I had not touched a woman…yet
No, stop, what am I saying?
I had touched a girl
We were both eleven
Hiding in a closet.
The smell of her pubescent vagina
Never left me all these years
And got me the name of
“Madivine woman”
My divine woman