The dark is a cool place to hide
But a cruel place to be
Every leg can boot, step on her
Every spittle can fall on, bathe her
Every phlegm can plaster, plaster her
Every urine can shower, shower her
Every fecal matter can smear, smear her like disgusting pomade
And no sweat can be seen
Sad, that many a man, feel it is a place for a lass
Beauty is a blessing, many agree
But beauty has broken deep into hymens and has been blamed for existing
Beauty has been to many a cruel court
And lost battles uncountable
Beauty has been rendered mouthless by many a man’s greed
Like a flower at birth, beauty mostly dies a rag
What then is the difference between a blessing and a curse in the feminine line?
Be beautiful by being a bull
Ridden, hidden, ladened, maddened, frightened or killed!
Hide in the heat of a veil
To tempt not the saints!
Let the sound of your voice taste not the ears of others
Be the dog of man, living for his pleasures and whims!
What at all rooted the birther as slave to the birthed?
He must go and you must stay
Explorations best fit pestles and not mortars!
Such an uncanny law
As if fufu sees the light of day without a mortar!
I am ashamed of the many brains buried untapped
Pained by the many wills imprisoned at birth
Hurt by the many ambitions sentenced to death by societal courts
Frustrated at the many souls, lost to the evils of the dark
Shadows within shadows!
Amazing the sprouts of minds on this farm land of life
Minds hitherto buried like tubers of yam in the heat of the earth
And left rotten
Minds planted in painful marriages
And killed by servitude and abuse coupled with neglect
What beauty stands!
How lovely the rains of emancipation!
Falling to fertilize the birth of girly can-dos!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 7, 2017