Womanhood Poems

A Version of a Woman in Time

Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place,
cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces.
Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture.

They crowned me in shame, but 
within a queen still rises.
They buried me in a fire of hell,
But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell.

I am the silence of the crown,
gone through ups and downs
stumbled in

The voice I once forgot was mine

I was married,
but to me, it wasn’t marriage.
It was poverty-induced—
a fate sealed by hunger and silence.

I was an orphan,
taken in by my mother’s brother—
the uncle who accepted
that I could live with him.
But he was abusive,
an emotional robber.
He broke the seal of my womanhood
when I was just into the third of the teenage years.

Long story short—
he

A hug I never received

I know a woman 
who had lost her love
but had a small version
to cherish and enjoy...
Her life was never easy,
and her heart had never felt safe,
yet she cared, 
gave herself to the job
and the only tiny person
she loved and lived for...
Her son grew and
from the nest, he flew,
and she continued 
to love and live
for him,

WOMB WORDS

 WOMB WORDS

Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you 
knowing activation before birth
births through girths, a Q ?
 
~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes
drink from ostrich eggs fresh
then hike wearing silver Nikes 
embryo cells magically multiply 
hearing guinea fowl cackle on high
kicking sensations, baby legs sigh
atoms alight travel from mom to babe 
life witnesses

Myself

Thought by thought
Word by word
Piece by piece
I will put myself together

Because I am reborn
Loud and fiery
Colorful and sane, this time
I will reshape myself

No, I don't need your help
Swaying I will succeed
Laughing I will speak
I will adore myself

Free as a bird
Spirit of the wind
I will adopt
And I will become myself.
 _ Ridah Tariq

Scarlet Symphony

Drip drip drip
There she is, curl up like a ball,
Hands pressing hard, raw is the pain,
For a moment the heated pad works.

Thud thud thud
Powerless she's against the shedding,
High and low, her hormones play tennis,
Giggles of laughter turn into tears.

Drip drip drip
With every drop of Vermillion, 
A raging pain rise in her low back,
The room is

MANHOOD V WOMANHOOD

MANHOOD V WOMANHOOD

I use my favourite chat-up line as I join her at the bar,
”What’s a girl like you doing without a man like me?”
She raises her eyes disdainfully, “That’s the worst I’ve heard by far.”
And when I think  about it, I really have to agree.

Next, she questions my manhood. I tell her, “My

30th of November

This 30th of November, 
I can be dragged down by 
   men
that I loved. And they feel no guilty 
   I’m caged in maturity. 

A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split 
“Tear it or tear down”. 
     Fear 
of getting lost 
Neverland 
with a waggish Peter Pan

The parallel life of a woman

              To be a woman:
              Is to search your father's missing love in stranger's beds
              To

big thoughts in small form

i will write haiku 
so that my big feelings don’t 
take up too much room 

i know well enough
silence wields no rejection
so i stay silent.

the feminine urge
to scream like a wounded beast
but i just say no.

i am seventeen
my mere age is poetic
just like a haiku

to be six again
is what the sky hears when i
wish upon

Waste

Smog, not only in my streets but in my brain, my neural pathways

Holding weight.

Holding weight in my shoulders, in my neck in my core.

I run until I'm sore.

Still don't know if want to grow or shed

This weight, all this weight

Look in the mirror 

accepting , not myself, but the concept that I will 

Never know

I'M An African Woman

I'm a woman 
                   Yes, an African woman 
                   Who knows her wants 
     

The Tale of Womanhood

The story of every woman,
They are not all the same,
They vary as their faces are,
No one author can have all written down,
Given his length of days,
Hidden in their chambers are untold stories,
Stories to be told may be in the afterlife,
Womanhood is a journey none has foreknown,
A triathlon of vicissitudes,
Womanhood is a walk
 saddled with daring

Four Thing's

Four Things

Four things in any land must dwell, 
If it endures and prospers well:
One is manhood true and good;
One is noble womanhood;
One is child life, clean and bright;
And one an altar kept alight.

Unleash the Beast

O' Woman ! 
You are not some Damsel in Distress ,
And Surely no less than an Empress . 
Never Let Patriarchy Wither your Madness, 
Isn't it Minute for all the Life and Gladness ?
The time has come to awaken the Inner Goddess in You, 
For the Audacity often comes out of the Blue. 
Now You

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