Of What Use Is An Indian Woman Poem by Onyeka Nwelue

As I walked towards the tarred road in Delhi
eyes mottled, fingers pointed and words rolled

I talked to myself what this could mean
and it means they have come again

they hungry Blacks have come again
but I ignored the mottling eyes and pointing fingers

and walked down Pahar Ganj

then, I listened to words
and as they lushed words

of what use is an Indian woman
that she has nothing in common in the world
than to make the bed and cook

sponge her hair and wash the children

work and browl beyond the world
as though they are meant for cows