That I am a feminist
Does not make me a lioness
Asking for fairness with mouth
Holds no threats of witchcraft
Neither does it hold bullets for crucifixion
Let alone bombs for company extinction
I know there are the kinds who want war
And house machetes, arrows and spears
Bullets and bombs of words
To pursue their targets like terrorists
But in the end, they are just toothless dogs
Toothless dogs barking too loud blocking the audibility of their owners
And help the criminals get away
None cries in the rain to seek sympathy from the heavens
I know the right path to fairness
Fighting with fairness
Martin Luther King Jnr. and his followers’ bodies were toys
But their deeds of zero aggression made most of their haters their boys
Kwame Nkrumah’s body held no gun
But his voice and reasoning won for Ghana independence
Nelson Mandela’s body had to suffer
But his patience and silent arguments made him an icon forever
Who am I?
Just a feminist who fears to be a door mat
And can’t stand my others being stepped on
Even a goat winces when whipped
I am also a manist
Am I not?
Will I ever stand to see my father pounded like a foodless mortar?
Will I ever stand to see my brother being beaten like a drum?
Will I do to my husband what I dread?
Can I ever stand to watch my son stepped on
Like clean clothes in muddy waters?
Who uses his left hand to point to her father’s house
In a community where the left is known for babysitting the rear
In its naked and disgusting times?
Fairness is what I yearn for
Ears are all I need on seats as audience
Reasoning are all I need in heads to turn
Compassion is all I need to cook in hearts to free this world
Of the hurts of the fragile-but -trong life makers
That I am a feminist does not make me a monster
That I am a feminist does not make me an alien
That I am a feminist does not make me a bedbug to be squashed
One person can never fight without all eyes poking their brows
I have no weapons to raid
Bringing in weapons of victimization makes you look odd
Makes me look bad
Makes us look weird
As the mouth of the earth’s cries go unheeded
I am a feminist
That I am
Not a ruthless terrorist
Gunning for blood to feed pets of vampires
I mean who does that?
I know you know your defensiveness spells your guilt
So please step down
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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