A Woman's Virtue - Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi
Toe length skirt? Veiled head?
Meekness? Downcast eyes?
Silence when addressed? ? ? ?
What determines the virtue of a woman?
Wait a minute
Could it be? Could it really be turning the other cheek?
Or does it mean feeding on insults?
Does it require one to be a permanent punching bag?
Suffering in silence?
Is that it?
Does it mean clinging to a man for recognition, meaning and
Who determines a woman’s virtue?
Does it mean carrying twice the load and not getting recognition
Does it mean spreading your legs to feed your family?
Or does it mean endless guilt trips because you have failed to fit
And yet there’s so much more to being a woman………………………….
But a woman’s accomplishments are something to be frowned upon
Seen as a desperate attempt to get attention, or grieve the
certified bread winner
Her sensitivity seen as weakness, unprofessional.
The virtue of a woman is her noble heart
In Her ability to spin dry grass into gold
To look beyond a lifetime of faults and heartaches
To forgive when she is abused and belittled
To remain standing even when the carpet is swept from under her
That is the virtue of a woman
Not all that socially constructed bullshit
That only abuses the true essence of the woman
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