THE BODY OF AN AFRICAN WOMAN
Sep 21, 2021
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I am thrilled to share this poem with you all because I found WorldPulse to be home for the homeless. WorldPulse is the first to have this piece. This piece is from new poetry book that I am working on. We are lucky people!
Read it aloud so you may feel the sweet pain of the poem.
I see the body of an African woman stretching far and wide
Like the sound of village festival drums
It is in the sun like a solar panel
Saving power to light up its children’s future
This body was born clean, soft, and smooth as the palms of a newborn baby
This body has been provoked by poverty, illiteracy, and senseless war
It was left alone on a rough road to cry and bleed and face death
The deep scars on this body speak about a hard life
The struggle to survive and challenge impossibilities
This body does not put on make-up to seduce a man
It does not stay at home to be romanced by idleness and abject suffering
In the day this body does not rest, neither sleep
It is always in a hurry like a hunter’s dog
In the night tiredness mocks this body as it nods
I wish I could save its breath from breaking midnights
Selling nothing but groundnuts, cola nuts and pepper
It travels in any condition to earn a bowl of food
This body revolves in the orbit of the world
It wheels on to escape failure until the graveyard calls it
The body of an African woman is seriously sad
It does not sing a sweet song for such a humble soul
I see it aspiring to amplify the voice of freedom
It needs a song of hope
I pray the world sings in solidarity with the bodies of all women