I walk through crowd,
With my head up high.
I place myself,
On a pedestal,
Making sure I am heard,
And seen.

Writing my own story,
An autobiography of motherhood.
A shabby structure,
Teaching only wifehood,
Yet excelling nowhere.

My success story,
A kitchens tale,
Considering nothing better.
A silent solace,
Only to speak,
When spoken to.
A confinement,
Yet expecting more.

A responsibility,
Awakening every family.
Breaking the norms
Traditions I resist,
Yet fore telling my gender.

Ringing their consciousness
Many I awake
Preaching my roles
Moving with the times
Archaic men standing tall,
Yet teaching life lessons.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson