By Ngwa Eucharia

Womanhood cries
With a dying voice
Our pain is gross
But who dares sees our cross?

Womanhood cries.
I mother earth
Treated like trash hovered by flies
They fill my world with dark clouds.

Womanhood cries.
Africa lives as I breath
Yet like the titanic
You make me sink.

Womanhood cries.
My voice is buried in sands.
I’ve been made a can
Used, processed & reused.

Womanhood cries.
Like bad weed
My pride’s being plugged

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