On egos ride
Sits pride which is cautioned to hide
Like two in one in a stride
The groom rides the bride
The bride feels dry even on the side
II
Cleaning to gleaning
A leg on a leg
Washing to cooking
Newspaper blessing eyes
Sweeping and weeping
Eyes glued on women’s butts parading on magic boxes
Running to work after doing dishes
Left to work after eating wishes
A woman in odd
Man in even
III
He dreams of those to rear
Her front suffers with her rear
He wishes for a pampering
His weight on her pain
What she gives out needs no praise
The little he dishes needs loud praise
Wronged, her tears dig trenches in her throat
Soldiering criticisms stand with bulging eyes
Making sure they do not walk through mouths
Let alone hit the road of knowledge
From a white veil
To the slave in work trade
What is the essence of this labour?
A woman is woe onto herself
A man’s body brush at best
Used to clear his dust and cob-webs
And his rag at worst
Used to clean mud, stepped on like a bug
Was Odomankoma bias in black feminine moulding?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Jan 4, 2017
2 replies on “BRIDE AND BURDENS”
Very deep poem, Cecilia 🙂
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