Poems for Woman Scream Nigeria 2021

 

POEMS WRITTEN BY NINE Society of Young Nigerian Writers MEMBERS IN CELEBRATION OF WOMAN SCREAM INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL 2021 (NIGERIA)

 

 

 

Thy ribs made me

But thy hand beats me

Though thy love attracts me

Yet your name you gave me.

 

My love I gave to you

My soul I sold to you

My surname I killed for you

My pains I get from you.

 

Is your people no longer mine?

Is your wealth no longer mine?

Is your body no longer mine?

Is your love no longer mine?.

 

Yes I have lost my appetite

Although I have paid my tithe

Then I tried to gain my might

Yet I can't reach the height.

 

Who truncated my matrimony?

When I have all my testimony.

Should I go my maternal home?

No, here is my matrimonial home.

 

Why blood on your body?

Yet wet is your body

Why strange marks on your body?

Remember we are one body.

 

 

 

Nwoke Ifeanyi Wisdom

 

 

 

LET HER SPEAK……

 

 

All have spoken aloud
All have been heard around
But one have been deprived a land
Please let her speak

One great line of love
One full jar of blood
One free space yet unfilled
Why won’t she be heard?

Evil is hated and abhorred
Yet secretly graces all homes
Seeking for only one to hear
Lets hear her for once

Trousers rampage all corner
Speaking same words already heard
Skirts rage in few
Why not hear her out?

Behind the walls of her smile
Lies discrimination from her man
Depression of unequal balances
For speaking is not her take to make

If all tongues speak words
If all brains breed sense
If all hearts sieve thoughts
Then why won’t she speak?

Public opinion does really exist?
Say your mind, still lives?
Freedom of speech, are you hospitalized?
For the opposite sex is ostracized

Give her a chance to speak
She lives in blood and veins as all
Two flat tires of ten foots
She can speak freedom and strength to weary minds

The true strength of a man she has been
Yet made to live behind the bars of decision
Home making her nature and responsibility
Yet deprived of the real goal of real of mother

The kitchen, her apartment of victory
The bedroom, her legged skill exposure theatre
Child bearing her utmost goal of living
Yet she can't see and speak beyond her shoulders

Tears of unending glory
Cheers of unknowing passion
Smiles of uncovered stories
For her voice means nothing even to her rib

Let the skirts speak for there lies freedom beneath
Allow the heavy hearts and chests speak for they speak love
Let them shout for they have the code
Let there be equality

 

James Ebere
 

 

 

 

 

 

TENDER VESSEL

 

Bearing a tender form to cherish,
I choose to make it perish,
A weaker vessel to protect,
I made it a victim to prey on,
Oh, what mean and cruel being I've become.

Awake from slumber O my soul,
Turn away from the wolf and be her prince,
Repent and cherish her like the flowers in Eden,
Water her to blossom like the Lilly's,
For She awaits a new man.

Nurture her like the flowers,
For she is the roses of the morning.
Guide her from the storm,
For her belly bears the seed of your loins,
The help you seek in times of weakness.

Too precious is she for violence,
Tender she's made only for pamper,
Soft is her buttons for whisper,
Whispering echoes of me to wrap her,
Saying never to the violence.

 

 

Okeke Bright C.
{Diamond-Pen} 

 

 

 

 

CRUEL DESECRATION

 

 

I sat at ease on a holy ground

In search of knowledge; I read in peace

Like a toddler I felt at home

Sure I am, it's a no crime zone.

 

Footsteps I heard but calmly I sat

Sure it's harmless, no cause for alarm

Holy is the land; I know if safe

Relaxed I felt talking to myself

 

On a holy Land I was raped

Screams and struggles; silenced with blows

My sacred garden was invaded

Leaving me in the pool of my own blood

 

To wicked beings I was lured

I lost the battle of my sacred pride

Before the alter my blood was spilled

To cover the deed, my life was taken

 

My early grave I least expected

My body is left for vultures to feast

My battles I hand over with a voice

Let your hands and legs go ahead of me

Nothing but justice I seek

 

My desire for calmness was a hiccup

The Outland of freedom; a great setup

My decent dress code was never a savoir

My cam hideout; my place of devour.

 

 

 

Nwosu Prayerlife Onyinyechi

 

 

SAY NO TO VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN

 

 

 

Fragility so sacred

They never really know

Potential mother, lonely heart

Our daily lifeline, since birth

Never put them on a spot!

 

Sometimes their love goes to the wrong people

Their memories turns to bad dreams

Things are out of control

They are not toys

Try not to change them 

 

Forever is not enough to love them

Take them to somewhere safe

When they make a face

Let go of your ego

Never forget their worth

 

A fight for them; not against them

To give them control of their place

In a world that don't mind

We can do this

Violence against women is not an option

 

 

 

Ahaneku  Izunna George

 

 

 

 

FATIMA’S PAIN

 

 

 

Back then I used to hear Fatima cry, every night, every morning, in fact, every day. The sound of her endless cry pierces my tender heart, leaving me wondering and pondering why Fatima is not at peace like my mama. Oh Fatima! See, your face is decorated with bruises. That blushes now I see them in bandages. “My husband” she said, “Our two room’s apartment has turned a ring fire of war against me”. “I am the punching bag of the self acclaimed Tyson.” “I wish to be removed before I’m removed eternally”. Yet, what will my kinsmen say? “Will they believe, will they heed my pains or will they stand against me? In dilemma I am”. Oh Fatima! Firm I urge you to stand, refuse to be a victim of domestic violence. Speak out, or it may be too late to cry even more. But, woe, to those who raise their fist against precious jewels of our earthly place. Say no to violence against women.

 

By Etumnu Emeka Williams

 

 

VIOLENCE IS NOT IN QUARANTINE

 

 

 

 

 

Women live with this pain,

They fight tears, fear of being tagged loosed,

A woman who couldn't keep her home.

They would accuse her of not being virtuous. 

Help people!

 

They would lose children in this act,

And act of wickedness 

They treat them with no compassion,

Like they are rags. 

Help people!

 

I know we're tagged the weaker vessels,

But are supposed to be treated like slaves,

Why didn't they follow the way of their mothers? 

To see how women are treated,

I know you would say it's old fashion,

Help! 

 

There was absolute peace in the land,

Where did violence come from? 

Take me back to the days, when women,

Were treated with love and respect. 

Take me back. 

My heart bleeds. 

 

To the women in this brutal act,

We have come again to rescue you,

To bring back your dignity 

Your pride,

Your happiness 

Peace of mind. 

Help has come. 

 

Rejoice!

 

 

Daniella Ikechukwu

 

 

 

 

 

CRY OF THE OASIS OF ALL LIFE

 

 

Full of green.
Fertile for all seed.
Black black and black.
White white and white.
Full of strength strength and
strength.
Oasis of all life.

Why the degradation?.
 Humiliation and cruel act.
 The  womb of many kings
Shatter, shattered now        

shattering her emotions.
Why the Carnage, why the rape.
Why the pollution of ocean of
of all races.

The image maker of the world       

Mother.
Lasting peace of the world
Mother.
Her good health birth of peace
to the world.
Her anguish turmoil to the
world.

Ambassadors of creations.
Ought not to be raped.

Celebration of anguish order

of the day.
Wailing wailing and wailing
becomes her best friend.
The wind around her
 wail.
Her future joy and hope
shattered.
Because of rape yes
rape.
By the once she gave
life.

End end end the
assault.
Cease and cease violence
against her must cease.
Carnality and carnality forceful
carnal knowledge must
stop.
 For peace of the atmosphere
 Mothers  joy first.
 For the ecology to dance
 and merry.
 First, first and first her
 interest.

 

 

 

Chisimdi George

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LET HER SPEAK...

 

 

 

All have spoken aloud

All have been heard around

But one have been deprived a land

Please let he speak

 

One great line of love

One full jar of blood

One free space yet unfilled

Why won’t she be heard?

 

Evil is hated and abhorred

Yet secretly graces all homes

Speaking for only one to hear

Lets hear her for once

 

Trousers rampage all corner

Speaking same words already heard

Skirts rage in few

Why not hear her out?

 

Behind the walls of her smile

Lies discrimination from her man

Depression of unequal balances

For speaking is not her take to make

 

If all tongues speak words

If all brains breed sense

If all hearts sieve thoughts

Then why won’t she speak?

 

Public opinion does really exist?

Say your mind, still lives?

Freedom of speech, are you hospitalized?

For the opposite sex is ostracized

 

Give her a chance to speak

She lives in blood and veins as all

Two tires of ten foots

She can speak freedom and strength to those minds

 

The true strength of a man she has been

Yet made to live behind the bars of decision

Home making her nature and responsibility

Yet deprived of the real goal of real of mother

 

The kitchen is her apartment of victory

The bedroom her legged skill exposure theater

Child bearing her utmost goal of living

Yet she cant see and speak beyond her shoulders

 

Tears of unending glory

Cheers of unknowing passion

Smiles of uncovered stories

For her voice means nothing even to her rib

 

Let the skirts speak for there lies freedom beneath

Allow the heavy hearts and chests speak for they speak love

Let them shout for they have the code

Let there be equality

 

 

 

 

James Ebere