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Featured Poem: Just Because I Am A Woman - by McDaniels Afangideh


JUST BECAUSE I AM A WOMAN

Just because I am a woman
I'm second in order to who? Man.!
In his deep sleep I was formed
To survive I must live in his world

Just because I am a woman
Even eve he is not Adam
He is to be the Oga, I be the Madam
That's, Just because I am a Woman

Just because I am a Woman
Education is but a waste of time
Studying is not meant for a woman
Only to take solace at home all the time

Just because I am a woman
He is to always do the proposing, not me
He is to buy me all I need with his money
That's why he is not a woman

Just because i am a woman
They tell us abstinence is the key
To the door of feminine dignity
Give it to no one but your man

Just because I am a woman
They say where i belong is the Kitchen
My office is known as the Other room
where,
In my socket he takes delight, always plugging n unplugging

Just because I am a woman
Amidst their gathering,the views
I air never drops
with lips kissing their nose, they quiz
What is the point, where is the full-stop
This is, Just because i am a woman

Just because I am a woman
My fate is determined by my Anatomy
Will my opinion ever affect the economy?
Or is it, Just because I am a woman?

Just because I am a woman
They treat us like Vermin
But like banks, they run to us
when in expected famine

Just because I am a woman
My husband, with his ancestor is asleep
So i must always remain a widow
Like a shepherd watching his sheep
They stare at me secretly from the window
Why?, Just because I am a woman

But, because i am a woman
Their erection must not determine my direction
I shall stand tall to fight and
defend my generation
Will you join me?
Because that's what make us a woman
Not, Just because I am a Woman.

#feminism

- McDaniels Afangideh


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