Baby Making Machine

Written by: S. A. David

In times past they 
have suffered 
humiliation;
In centuries ago, 
dehumanization;
Their gods 
subjected them to 
suffering;
Turned them to 
objects of 
punching;

Deprived of the 
normal life;
Their windows cut 
with a knife;
At ten sold out to 
slavery;
To satisfy the lust 
of the gods of 
savagery;

They were lesser 
bodies;
Punched by the 
great bodies;
Limited to the
chimney and 
kitchen;
Seen by the gods 
as minute chickens;

Bought with some 
silly price;
Bought as a baby-
making machine;
Lesser bodies 
given out for a 
price of sacrifice;
To continue the 
cycle of the 
previous machine; 

Franchise denied;
Freewill 
confiscated;
Provision seized;
High life snatched;

They drink the 
liquid cancer of 
their god's 
corpse;
Their pride is 
shaved from their 
head;
And sleep for 
centuries with the 
dead;
And their purse 
coveted by force;

In the name of 
tradition;
Denied the 
treasure of 
education;
In the name of the 
ancestor's culture;
A drastic ruin in 
the future;

Yet these same 
lesser bodies;
Have suddenly 
stretched out 
hands to the 
Deities;
No longer limited 
to the kitchen;
Neither are they 
baby-making 
machines;

Queen Idia fought 
the Idah;
Queen Amina, a 
Zarian elder;
Queen Nzinga, one 
in a million;
Queen Neferiti, a 
woman lion;

Ms Sarah 
Akpojotor, 
knowing no end;
Dora Akunyili, a 
living legend;
Mother Theresa, a 
canonization;
Oprah Winfrey, a 
beatification;

Mary Slessor, a 
flowing river;
Whitney Houston, 
a diva;
Mrs Success, a 
romantic berry;
Bless you Dorothy 
Dandridge, Halle 
Berry;

They are not 
deformed men but 
equal sex;
They are not 
weaker sex;
They are not baby-
making machines;
They are life-giving 
sapien, not 
machines.