I am African, I am Woman
Born into a system
A system where boys were entitled to education
And girls taught about the shape of the kitchen
Boys encouraged to chase their dreams
Girls taught how to fry chicken and make beans
A system where women are subjected to laws
A system where women are threatened with divorce if they don't bare a male son
An African woman, born into a system of lack of freedom
Where our opinions don't matter, to anyone
Where society blames us for the death of our husbands
And we can't even protest or take a stand
Where husbands were chosen for us and we had no say
His nature of being a wife-beater wasn't considered, as long as he paid the bride price, it was okay
Where the waywardness of the kids were blamed on the mothers
And where we were asked to suffer in silence without tears
I am African, I am a Woman
Born into a system
A system where boys were told to hide emotions
And should they show it, they weren't man enough
Where boys were told they couldn't hit women
But yet suffer from the opposing force, being hit every now and then
A society where the man carries the whole financial pain of the home
But never shown appreciation because he is never home
Born into a system giving unfair judgements
A system ruled and climaxed with jungle justice
A system where the poor are a voiceless minority
A system where a child is welcomed with tagged responsibilities
In all, these systems are changing
Africa is getting better, getting more morally developed
I would have used the word "woke", but it stands for a lot of selfish wrongs
But all in all, Africa is becoming the dream I once had
Despite the economic flaws and leadership hocus pocus
Despite the image given to the world by media moguls
I am happy with how far we have come as a continent
And how we never forget our roots from mother nature's lineage
I wouldn't trade my heritage for silver and gold
I say it out without any iota in bold
For before I became a woman, I was an African
I am African, I am a woman
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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