Her Voice As A Woman Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Opened as a womb today,
‎I am born as a woman of a man,
‎Break as the lock of the day;
‎I spend the night imagining,
‎I am a river, fearless and wild,
‎Carving my path untamed and undefiled
‎As a queen,
‎To the walls of the world,
‎ I cry out my outcast,
‎As banal, one may say,
‎No bridge hinders my passing;
‎no breath of air,
‎I am a woman,
‎An activist,
‎Standing on the heels for change,
‎Rolling on the wheel for freedom,
‎Speaking on pedestal of wisdom,
‎Down within wells of pain,
‎the burden shakes like a leaf,
‎  Until I communicate,
‎I hear the sounds and rhythms of equality,
‎To rise as in air, or the midst,
‎To educate,
‎This Liberation is a communion,
‎To be served holy and equal,
‎That we are all human first before inhumanity.