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Poems of Woman Scream 2017 Accra Ghana

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Biddah Senam Aku / MzPoetry_Gh (ThatEweGirl)


Forced Bride


A girl I had known to be cheerful and gay
Was suddenly fearful and frail
Uncertainty had replaced hope on her face

A girl I had known to sing joyfully and  say; I want to be a Lawyer
Was suddenly quietened and shoved away; to become a layer
As though she were a hen

Her dreams crushed, her hopes smashed
As though they were rocks that needed to be quarried
Don't worry, you'll find joy in marriage... That's what they said

How? When she still finds joy in being fed with porridge? Like the child that she is

A cry always introduced the dawn of the new day
It was as piercing as the silence of the dark night
As awakening as a motherless baby's wishful cry for a midnight breast suckling

It is the cry of an afflicted bride
One as weak as a seedling
As helpless as a newly hatched chick
As innocent as a baby
As clueless as a new mother

Her supposed groom, as old as her father
With a belly as though he were pregnant
His skin as wrinkled as dried leaves
His breath foul from ceaseless emptying of bottles
His odour as stinking and sticky as juice from a rotten fruit

He pounces and bounces on her
Like a predator on a prey
His conscience as dead as a door-nail
He thinks of nothing more than his selfish self
Feeding his snarling hungry libido
Which seemingly never gets satisfied
His acclaimed love as equal as hatred

She's got no choice than to accept her fate
With no strength to fight
No confidence to resist
Lest her family be made to suffer untold humiliations

Her voice lost in the noise of tradition
She cries to empty her of fear
Strengthen her for her fate
Ready her for another seemingly hopeless dawn
And Usher her into another day of a helpless child wife

Dear old man, can you imagine having sexual relations with your daughter?
Oh no! I see that frown on your face

That child you want to marry could be your daughter
That child you're giving away could become a doctor
Stop the trade of girl child for money and undignified prestige
Stop crushing feminine dreams and hopes to satisfy masculine ego and libido






MzPoetry_Gh (ThatEweGirl)



#End_Child_Marriage_Now


A cry always introduced the dawn of the new day
It was as piercing as the silence of the dark night
As awakening as a motherless baby's wishful cry for a midnight breast suckling

It is the cry of an afflicted bride
One as weak as a seedling
As helpless as a newly hatched chick
As innocent as a baby
As clueless as a new mother

Her supposed groom, as old as her father
With a belly as though he were pregnant
His skin as wrinkled as dried leaves
His breath foul from ceaseless emptying of bottles
His odour as stinking and sticky as juice from a rotten fruit

He pounces and bounces on her
Like a predator on a prey
His conscience as dead as a door-nail
He thinks of nothing more than his selfish self
Feeding his snarling hungry libido
Which seemingly never gets satisfied
His acclaimed love as equal as hatred

She's got no choice than to accept her fate
With no strength to fight
No confidence to resist
Lest her family be made to suffer untold humiliations

Her voice lost in the noise of tradition
She cries to empty her of fear
Strengthen her for her fate
Ready her for another seemingly hopeless dawn
And Usher her into another day of a helpless child wife
#End_Child_Marriage_Now





Afia Amoaa Oppong-Kwakye (Nativegirl)



Child Not Bride

 
Under the silvery stare of the moon,
The children sat to listen to soul refreshing tales
Beneath the starry blue skies,
We smiled and laughed and galloped our ignorance of
The world away
It was in the nakedness of the breeze that I learned
To smile my soul away
And I enjoyed it;
A perfect peace
And out of the blue came the fifty nine year old
Weary man, Alhaji (FUSENI)
His defective smile exposing his cola nut stained teeth
With a keg of palm wine
And a saddened cow in hand
That moment, every joy I have known turned
To ashes in my mouth
The very ground on which I stood gave me up
The warm uterus I knew turned cold
The strong arms that protected me slipped off
Like garbage, I was disposed, abandoned, rejected,
That night, my guardian had darkness for a smile
My innocence forced out of my being
I had tears for supper
That night,
That devastating, dismantling, smashing, shattering night,
The stain on my body could not be cleansed
I battled with unknown demons he possessed
And as if by magic, he planted his seed
On my tiny piece of fertile land
I sat helplessly watch my innocence slip away from me
In the glare of the sun
The moments I spent with my friends
Crushing right in front of me
I am just a child but you snatched my childhood
You stole my joy
You murdered my happiness
You strangled my future right before my eyes

I’m a child not a bride!!
My body and soul and spirit and being
You tortured
When the seed you planted in me withered and died,
You called me a witch
You stole my joy, you murdered my happiness
You strangled my future right before my eyes

I am a child not a bride!!







Erica Mawufemor



The woman


A woman
She is perceived to have come out man's rib
And not from his feet to be walked upon
Not from his head to be superior, but from his side to be with him, to stand by him at all times......
Under his arm to be protected, and next to his heart to be loved.
Like the butterfly, we unique in our own ways
Staying true to ourselves is the only way to realise our potentials to the fullest
We all as humans were created in God's own image to fulfil a purpose
Oh!, but a purpose to us females, which could never be achieved if we were born males!
Indeed we as women have been side-lined and ridiculed since time immemorial by the society we find ourselves as the weaker gender, but this I must say, gives no room for us to hide the ambitions and dreams we pursue behind the ignorance of some gender misconceptions.
It’s high time we set ourselves free from the mental bondage of women being nothing like men.
It saddens my heart whenever I get to think or see the trauma my fellow women go through in certain relationships especially all in the name of love.
How is it that, that one person you think makes you happy, is the same person to scar you or put you through your worst?
Let us all endeavour to bear in mind ladies:
Sacrificing and settling ate so not synonymous.
When you sacrifice, you give up something in order to gain something better.
On the other hand when you settle, you compromise on something while sacrificing your opportunity to get something better.
In the same vain, how you sell or portray ourselves is exactly how much you get bought therefore if someone or something no longer makes you happy or consider yourself worthy, its best to walk away. Please!
Make sure you settle and sacrifice for something and someone who is worth it.
To be happy also appreciate yourself first, be true to yourself and you're good to go!






Mariska Araba Taylor-Darko



Clipped Wings



She was shackled at thirteen
Young innocent and blind
She never had any reason
To think otherwise
Through rose coloured glasses he seemed so kind
She though his jealousy was a sign of protection
But as usually happens, he clipped her wings of a dove

She changed because of those chains
Her petals closed no more to bloom
The light in her eyes locked behind a watery gaze
Her heart was filled with permanent gloom

She grew thin with a heart of stone
Saw no joy in his kind of love
Felt no happiness with his wealth around
He clipped the wings of his beautiful dove

Ten years have passed
She killed him!
She cried
Not from inside but tears that quickly dried
The caged bird cried “liberare”, free at last
The cry of freedom, emancipation and liberation
His death was her salvation

Free at last, acquitted
“Crime of Passion” they said
“Self-defence” they cried

With new wings of a dove
Reborn like the phoenix
She would soar away
To enjoy her freedom
Never to be shackled again by false love
The total bliss of L I B E R A T I O N
Free at last






Benjamin Obu-Simpson



I Know You


I know these hands,
Clean and perfect
Manicured in the cold and
Painted in warm colours.
In your grips, peace died,
Pride took on tatters and
Smiles were barred from the sun.

I know these legs,
Gallant and trusted.
The silence in your steps is one so gentle to the world,
 But in my ears I recognize cunning steps with a violent pounce.
When you trapped a prey,
Gloom swept through quiet days and
Trauma shared soft pillows of the night.

I know, yes, I know this voice.
I know the voice I leaned on,
I know the voice that walked me home,
I know the voice that introduced me to me,
Looking at your lips, its serenity was twilight.

I know you.
I know you from the night I felt the cold,
I know you from the time my muscles failed under your weight,
I know you from the minutes you confused my screams for a moan,
I know you from the moment you spoke of love and cursed my name,
I know you because I have known you
From the hands that planted questions on my fluid mind,
And now to undo what is done is to unstring a sperm and an ovum.






Georgina Akua Padi



Gone were the days
African University College of Communication



Gone are the days when the woman's place is the kitchen
Gone are the days when the man is always right
Gone are the days when women has no right to education
Gone are the days when women have no inheritance in their father's home
Gone are the days when the girl is subject to the boy

Gone are the days when women are properties to their husbands
Gone are the days when only men and I mean the high priest is allowed into the temple of God
Gone are the days when women are seen as baby producing machines
Gone are the days when it is only men who provide for the home
Gone are the days when only men speaks and women listens

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
Now is the time
The time of freedom has come
The cloth in the temple is torn
And now women can also behold the beauty of His presence
The time has come for women to rise up

The time of freedom is here
Freedom of expression of views and thoughts
Freedom to exhibit talent and skills
Freedom to add value to ourselves
Freedom to grow into the image of God

Not freedom to fight
Not freedom to rub shoulders
Not freedom to gossip
Not freedom to quarrel
Not Freedom to back bite

But freedom to rise above our potentials
Freedom to showcase to the world the glory of God
Freedom to impact lives
Freedom to leave a legacy for next generation

Come along
Don't sit
Don't lazy about
Don’t waste away
Don't fail your generation

You are a carrier of the Glory of God
Gone are the days
Yes! Gone are the days
I wish all women happy International Women's Day

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