THE GROANING RADICAL FEMINIST

Bitter and heartless Carefree and perceived to be mannerless That is my identity The identity I am given in our community To them, I hate men For them I am not fit to be in the midst of women YES! I am the radical feminist The one everyone has labelled extremist But no, I did not start like this I also once imagined a life of ease But what I got was far away from ease I lost my mind of peace I stopped getting peace of mind I was raised to Love I was brought up to give my all And yes, I did fall in Love And I gave my all He was my first With him I wanted to have it ALL I did have it all But not smooth but rough Not easy but tough I ran for my life But went from frying pan to fire I thought Femi was evil Little did I know Leke is the real devil Battered Shattered Broken Frightened And threatened I became in the hands of Leke With him I saw maximum Shege I got abused And ultimately abandoned I picked myself up I dreamt of being at the top Some animals with tails in-between their legs cannot stop that I lost my heart I just want to be better Everyday I am left to speak with her I remind her of the bruises I remind her of the wounds I remind her of how much pants we used to buy in a month I remind her of the much violence we had to endure within a month The days we wished didn't turn night The nights we wished didn't turn day The rains we wished didn't fall The sun we wished didn't shine The periods we wished didn't show The ones we fast and pray to see The pills we had to take None of them deserve to have an offspring The torture we had to endure EVERYDAY I sit with her to remind her I am her She is me They call me the radical feminist I call myself... The Groaning Radical Feminist If that even best defines me... This is my reality And I am living it Do not blame me If you don't know my story