A Woman’s Woes in a Patriarchy
Like a river, I flow with grace,
Through the currents of a man’s world, I pace,
Where the tides of misogyny, I often face.
Like a delicate flower, I blossom and grow,
But my beauty is often overlooked and low,
In a world where a man’s voice is the only one that can glow.
I am the earth that nurtures and gives,
But my worth is judged by my curves and the way I live,
In a society where a woman’s voice is only heard when she screams and shivs.
I am the wind, that can shape and bend,
But my power is silenced, my ideas and thoughts to end,
In a world that believes I am here to serve, to tend.
But like the fire, my spirit burns bright,
And I’ll fight for my rights, with all my might,
For a world where a woman’s voice is heard with equal light.
So here I stand, like a mountain, tall and proud,
With my head held high, and my voice loud,
In a world where a woman’s worth is no longer shroud.
I am the rain that brings life to the land,
And I’ll make my stand, in this patriarchal band,
For a future where a woman’s voice is heard, in command.
By Melodie Jade Opara
