What a woman!


I despise your tradition and not you, It prompted you to ask for more gold, You thought brother was to be sold, Commanded me to serve your mother, She did not for a minute bother, About me and my girl child, In tradition, a girl is a void, For parents who have toiled.

I despise your tradition, Which has rated woman so low, Woman such as you are a blow, To our freedom and existence. For the good in woman to cherish, The evil in you should perish.

From ‘Serenading Poems Part One’

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