A WOMAN'S 'S REVOLT I By; Esther Esuga
I am the voiceless rendition
With no choice of mine
I am the inaudible presentation
With no initiative
Like an eraser, such, is blotted from the drawing
I am the beast of burden
carrying the ugly faced weight through the Sahara
I can not rebel
I belong to the dreg in the society
Not having an opinion over a thing
For I do not count in affairs
I am the back bench-er
For we are told
A Woman'S PLACE is in the kitchen .
I am Lord
My emotions are numb
As my breast milk become sour
Leaving the innocent infants with no food
I am swamped in the slope of my own hurt
And no one can notice for a split second
In my mind's eye i shout and scream
But I am the voiceless rendition
With no choice of mine
Written By; Esther Esuga
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
A WOMAN'S 'S REVOLT I By; Esther Esuga
I am the voiceless rendition
With no choice of mine
I am the inaudible presentation
With no initiative
Like an eraser, such, is blotted from the drawing
I am the beast of burden
carrying the ugly faced weight through the Sahara
I can not rebel
I belong to the dreg in the society
Not having an opinion over a thing
For I do not count in affairs
I am the back bench-er
For we are told
A Woman'S PLACE is in the kitchen .
I am Lord
My emotions are numb
As my breast milk become sour
Leaving the innocent infants with no food
I am swamped in the slope of my own hurt
And no one can notice for a split second
In my mind's eye i shout and scream
But I am the voiceless rendition
With no choice of mine
Written By; Esther Esuga
