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WE’RE NOT OUR MOTHERS

Times when women were rags
Sat and cried as many a man brags
Lived in duress for societal drags
Feared the words “not submissive” and hags
Have long passed
We’re not our mothers

II
Times when a man could deny his seed
Travel and live as a woman painfully feeds his seed
Wait for time to bring elders to help him plead
Turn on and force a woman to forgiveness concede
Have long passed
We’re not our mothers

III
Times when a woman wore house chores
As men whipped and called tiny dirt bores
Times when we were shut in aimless doors
And dragged on disrespectful floors
Have long passed
We’re not our mothers

IV
You deny a baby
We drag you to comply or block you a lifetime steady
You wear your work
We wear our work
You sign the cheque
We sign the cheque
So you cook the food
And we cook the food
You clean the floor
And we open the door
Times when chivalry was used to drive us as horses have long passed
We’re not our mothers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 2022

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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