The Contest Of Womanhood Poem by princess irene Namajja

The Contest Of Womanhood



She aches,
For the loss of womanhood
With an unadorned effort in trying to contest
She purposes to stroll away from the cluttered alters of altruism
Like a lunatic she searches the confidences of the tempest
For an answer to where;
Her beauty of youth,
And the tenderness of her yesterdays has vanished to?
With no courage of finding any she stares still
Expressive of an assassinating disparity
With a rhythm-less thud, she echoes the soreness and torment deep within
And in most of the life time,
She finds the intoxication of an outrageous battle for identity at the bottom of her heart
She knows, her sentiment will never reconcile and this contest may not be for her triumph.

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