If I were your sister
Would you look into my eyes and push me into those arms?
If I were your sister
Would you have that heart to push me into the known trap of life?
If I were your sister
Would you close my eyes and force me into the dungeon of hell?
If I were your sister
Would you sell me into slavery to appease society?
Gone are the days
When women had no eyes and those with eyes pretended not to see
Gone are the days
When women had no choices and took whatever benefited their benefactors
Gone are the days
When women had no voices
So sat to be spoken for and ordered even when they sat on needles
Gone are the days
When with a child a woman is considered an unwanted rag
Gone are the days
When the hands of women were only for housekeeping
Don’t look at me with that look in your eyes
Look at me as you would your sister
Pain is no different from one to the other
No one sees fire and gladly walks into it
So let me, in those eyes of yours, be your sister
Walk in my shoes for a brief moment
And stop pushing and wishing for me
Something you would wish not for your own blood.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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