Imaobong learned really early 

That if she stayed up late

Men will cum to her rescue

She was something 

And something must kill a man

She was was one call away

To help you miss your call

Imaobong the ARKtor

ARKtress

ARKitect

Archer

Men BOWed to her arrows

Sharp shooter

Don't RACE her

RELAYtionShip wrecker

And foursome she be bartender 

She'll bend and you get straight

Straight astray I guess

She was known to 

Ride men to courts

Seeking divorce

By force

If e reach your turn

Doubt Calabar girl sauce

She doggied her way out of

Pits dug for her 

She sought just ease

As justice

For her child hood

In that wretched hood

Fetching wood

And constant abuse from 

Her favorite Uncle Jude 

Poor pikin

Couldn't afford to be Gas Lighted

She walked the streets 

And is now one with the streets

Her only way out was 

To let men in

Into her inn

At least that's 

What she thought 

The beasts gift are bought

10 years later she bleeds

She needs

A walking aid

She's locked in AIDS

But wait

She's found her way 

A way

For younger ladies

So they don't 

One day relate 

To the stories she shares

She has become the light 

And the tunnel 

Funneling her experience 

Unapologetically 

She's now a savior 

Of first herself 

Her days may seem numbered

But she'd help others number their days

She's proof that

Our traumas don't define us

Her message is Simple 

Close it

In and out of your closet 

In the end, we're all rocks on sinking sand