WOMANHOOD

By Oladipo James Olanrewaju

Once i cross the road i hate most

Turning me to everything i have dread of

My sparking light given away to wet leaf

Every eye knowing me as an owned object

Soon am no more noticed through the day

Market

As my froggy body scuttles through fallen hairs

Pomade's can gets missing to my unknown

My chest gets withered from my duties

My whole no more a pride to show off

Lamp out i feed for pleasure

I feel the day with measures

As flys try to feed on my only eyes

In and to whom i have lost my pride

Am like one of them

The farm lands and titles...

The king takes as gratitude

As a voice for the gods

Before i ever saw my monthly friend

I had been traded for a sack of cowries

Before i knew both my arms strength

My destiny they chiseled on tablet stones

That would end a sorry way...

To bear

  To cook

    To be passed down like the throne

My thoughts never to be aired in the

town square

for the gods would go annoyed

Who was i when decisions were pattered

Who was i to have a vision...

To make a choice

Had the gods not make them before

i was conceived

My tears to nature i layed

She was as me a mother

Knowing what my limits were

She pallys up with time

So my time could come in time

That my place i could reach

Among the mens and gods

for the grips of gods i have loosed

My destiny now in my hands...

With a choice to make

 A vision to conquer

And...

My womanhood fully grown

To the galaxies my limits are set