THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 79 FEMINISM
Be not wicked to God’s chosen.
The hand that brought you up
You wished to sting to bone marrow.
Let the hand that feed you share the rite_
Let the eyes that watched you sleep
Be part of the world you create.
Is the wind equal to the seas,
Can they stand alone?
Since life and death are lovers,
The mountains need the valley as her foot mat.
May your heart be pierced with the arrow of equality
So your eyes can be free from your folly.
She rules the world but he rules her he echoes.
Her worth he likened to that of a gecko.
Clamped in a shell.
The world she lives in.
She dare not tell.
On the quest to find herself she loses herself.
For a change is coming
A new age is dawning
Equity shall come to stay
The shackles shall be broken
The words shall be spoken
Liberté! Égalité! Fraternité!
when will it
all come to end?
when I can do
all I wish
without been deprived
of my right
because am a female
when will my world
Break the heart of a man,
Break that of a woman.
This you will find:
The fury in hell can’t match it-
The wrath of a heartbroken woman.
Wickedness in height, is part of her being.
Oh thy nation!
We are equal,
Hearken to the voice of women,
Listen to their emotionality,
Clothe them with equality,
We are born with same blood,
Diverse not truth,
Give women equality..
Oh pride, oh pride, your deeds;
The equality of non equals
But light and dark can never flux
Nor parallel lines mix,
Even if, you level the Even and the Odd
Till infinite, they will never bind.
She is persecuted for her own right
from expressing her opinion
He’s always right
But she’s almost all time wrong
What a wicked consortium
That turned her right to wrong
Sees her male counterparts has competition
Seeing her rights trampled upon,
Gives her dissatisfaction.
They want to be handled with care,
To be listened to, in rapt attentiveness,
Refusing to see herself, treated less.
Woman of all her varieties
The ecstasy of existence
The bitter of the whole universe
Mind settlement of quarrels
The destroyer and Vandal of beings
Woman, a Paramount creation; I adore and fear woman
Y. A, OLAWALE
Ever mobbing over the ruffles of feminism,
Never proceeding to its proof,
Even in terms of racism,
But they still behave as a gentle dove,
Weaker vessel her they all termed,
Now crossing to another side.
In the good book it was inked, we are equal.
No longer male or female, but we are equal.
Yet the same book says submissiveness is her duty in marriage.
I pride the wise feminists for their wits and courage .
But with passion hate their extremists.
Who says marriage is slavery,
And turn a lesbian.
Foolish she is for altering the course of nature.
And for this she’s just an ungrateful creature.
The thumb lacks in height
What it has in breadth.
Give them a better bite
Of the leadership cheese and bread,
So that their strength will help your weakness,
But face their faults with meekness.
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