​THE GIRL COMING OUT OF THE SHADOW

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

II

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?

III

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?

IV

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

V

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