PAPA PATRIACHY

Listen, those days are gone
Yes, gone
The days when wives were stamped “good materials”
built to bend,
to break,
to weather every storm you called tradition
… are gone

Now they rise
…equal imperials,
Leveling the pig-like habits
you passed down like heirlooms of ignorance
Those days?
Over!

So stitch yourself a new mind like a tailor with skill
Sail yourself a new course like a captain with will
And for heaven’s sake
…learn to control your emotions
…before they pilot you downhill

Because the grandmothers
…those silent warriors
Worked like bulls,
pulling weight they could never name
Raising daughters who now stand like goddesses
…tall, gleaming, unashamed

So Papa Patriarchy can sing his dusty songs
But the world?
The world has switched the beat
Your chorus is off-key
Your rhythm is obsolete
No one will live
No one will die
…for your nonsense anymore

So walk wiser
Talk gentler
Live your life with better sense
Before one of the goddesses end you with your nonsense
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 10, 2025.