If tears and fears
Could be called to tell
I know much women tears
Will rise from the grave
And whine at the unfairness
That sent them there
Tears of those who suffered
Extreme jealousies which
Were interpreted as witchcraft
Tears of those beaten and stoned
To death for following their weird passions
And tears of the neglected and rejected
How much tears the earth has drunk
In the quietude of darkness!
In the bosom on hatred!
In the airs of many eye!
Who knows how most women cry
Until the sweat in their bodies
Are forced out by coffins’ oven?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014