I am she whom you fear
I am she whom you love
You have blamed me from many of man’s MIS-fortune
You spit upon me and curse me be gone
I have borne all manner of abuse and derogatory names from you
From Witch to Whore to Bitch, I hear them all
Yet when lust holds you in its grip refusing to let go
You come to me to fulfill your desires
I was there at the beginning of creation
Yes I fed you the fruit that led to our exile
Yes I caused us to leave our heaven for this hell
And you have been blaming me for that ever since
But tell me why did you eat it?
When will you stop giving excuses for your actions?
And blaming me for your mistakes
You blame me for all the world’s problem
Even the ones I have no idea about
Headline: A men beats his wife to death today in Surulere
People: Oh it is surely the woman’s fault, she was probably rude to him.
Headline: A student in Unilag today drinks sniper and dies.
People: It must definitely be girl trouble
I am the most underestimated,
disregarded, victimised human on this planet
What I carry you can’t bear half of it
Yet you call me weak?
I am the one you remember when things go wrong
I am the one you run to when trouble comes calling
For I am both Wife and Mother
Yet you still beat me and despise me
When you ought to cherish and honor me
Would it kill you to show me a little respect!
I know you might deny it
You might refuse to admit it
But I am nothing more
Than an object of lust to you
By which you can fulfill all your sexual desires
A mere toy to summon as you wish
I refuse to be trampled
I am tired of society dictating norms for me
I refuse to be a sex toy
I refuse to cower, for I am woman
Removed out of man
A helpmate not a slave
A voice not a whisper
A queen not a slut!
I am Woman!