This poem is dedication to every woman, wife, girlchild and mother, inspired by Maya Angelou’s ‘Phenomenal Woman’ and Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues.
Mr Man…
I know you love stealing glances
Please, let my treasures be
Go home to your trophy
Your constant thirst for fresh blood,
Beats my imagination…
Mr man
I sense very little brain molecules
In your speech and actions
You take delight in prancing like a horse
Showing off
Your manhood and pocket size
Ignorant of my fortune and power on
Your existence…
Yes! You forget
That as your mother,
You got life from my thighs
And as your wife,
You still seek life between my thighs…
Yet! You raise your hand
To strike me in spite and rage
Trying to prove your manliness
I marvel at your foolishness…
You look upon my wet pink doorway,
Weary from constant pounding and childbearing
Mutilated by culture
With digust and disdain
To seek for freshness elsewhere…
Mr. man,
Like the priceless jewel I am
I have decided to also seek freshness,
Life and vigour
In the marketplace…
You might call me a shameless whore
But I will rather have a taste of Amuludun,
The desire of every village beauty
Or just keep wielding the power of my vegetables
To cast spells on those I desire
Than remain a slave
To a worthless brute…
– Aremu Abisinuola