The cunnilingus hits when I pound your yam

Good head when the head is pleased

What does it matter that I pay half the bills

You’d let me cook and clean while you hang your feet

You huffed and puffed when I called you out on this

Said living in Canada has put ideas in my head

Would I have dared question your domestic ineptitude back home in Abule Egba

Oh well

What do I know

You are after all of the crowned gender

And I’m the woman raised to serve.