For so long, my kind walks with their head facing down
An unsatisfactory mood we reflect in our tired brows
A vivid description of a doll, you want a puppet, you make yourself one in town
Sir, switch the button on to make your meal
Switch the other to make kids
Make me shut my mouth even when my feelings rides rough in my belly
You know all I should do and how I should do it
Even when you are not my creator 'your majesty'.
My pride, my offspring's heart you steal from me
After you make me labour alone, the pain has no degree
If I ask who will be the judge of this, who will?
You have compelled me to enjoy my pain with no gain with ease
But I find my joy in the changes, what you realize behind my misery
I will rise in glory in my sacrifices, after all Am an ornament obliged to do so
But till today, I wish God would have given me other choices, ethical enough to prove you extinct in all souls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Yewande, reminds me of the pain we all hide, thnx for sharing