In many a man’s eyesWomen are the kitchen handsThe baby-making-machinesThe footmatsThe housemaidsThe pleasure potsThe punching bags which hold still no matter how hard the punchesAnd if they crackThey’re easily replaced IIIn many a man’s eyesWomen are to be seen and not heardPlayed with but not laughed withThey are shadows never to be seen in their […]
Mama mused the amused Breaking through the used And getting to the abused II Abusers were clearly charmed With thoughts of the harmed As the abused hoed and farmed III Sleep whipped them in sleep They woke to their own weeps And taunted their beings of keeps IV Share the dreams Of many who scream […]
I Wright works well to wreck Well, we wish he works well to rock Like a chicken, he pecks, and scatters Leaving no trail of his intakes He believes a real man Uses muscles to tackle women Subduing them into fear He believes one who makes women cry Is the real deal He believes, even […]
I Unripe fruits, abused Weak seeds, used New born plants, deflowered What are these? What are these? II Full blooms, seek Beautiful grooms, speak Strong hearts are weak So they abuse their strength They abuse the weak III The weak weeps With broken hearts They hide the fears You imprint on their souls. IV […]
Abena thinks of a way to escape this mess called home. She looks on her right and on her left and sees her friends sleeping soundly. What is it they love about this place that makes them sleep without thoughts? This is the street. Girls die everyday without any one bothering to find out how. […]
Farmer, I have some few words for you Today, please let me have your attention You have been coming daily to this farm Your own this farm But when it comes to harvesting I think you do me no good If you open your eyes widely, You will know that I am the most resourceful […]
In a dark, dark alley Where the soft winds whispered to scare And an owl occasionally hooted to frighten And shadows merged with the dark To connive and make the heart jump, I tiptoed like a lioness on the lookout. My being being self bathed by hot perspiration My breath selling me out on […]
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