Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer
Our Songs Of Distress - Poem by Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer
Sorrows fill our hearts,
Pains fill our souls,
We regret coming to earth,
Our clothes are sweat soaked.
We cry unto you for education,
We demand from you futures,
You belched and gave us marginalization,
You become to our dignities the vultures.
Our tears blind our eyes as we sing,
Our hymens quiver in fright of your hoods.
We want to mature before getting the ring,
Not to be toys to placate your moods.
The little hope we have as females was taken from us,
That very moment you passed the bill to make us your horses.
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