Trembling she holds her tummy
Knowing this fourth baby coming
Will be her making or breaking
She moans, her world hanging
Groaning she strains
Not just from labour pains
With one more push, I came panting
With just a look, she screamed fainting
A reprieve from the moment of truth
Husband in-laws with new wife struts
Buckle up; it’s going to be a rough ride
Because I am a girl
In the kitchen I am taught to cook
While the boys read from the books
They eat the juiciest meat to grow strong
I eat what is spared though I feel it’s wrong
The floors I am to sweep and scrub
Even though I never get to roll and ball
For water I walk long distance to the wells
Galloping boys to school with pride swell
Head bowed I balance my buckets
Heads up they balance their books
I cannot join them in the grid
Because I am a girl
Is my life all about strife?
I see the world through a veil
Body in robes not to be vain
With every inch covered
My value is coveted
I feel subjugated
My clitoris mutilated
They say I am born only to satisfy
Pleasures and desire of my buyer
A child bride in the crib
Because I am a Girl
I stare into the dark clouds
A tiny silver lining urges
Not just woman
I can nurture the earth
Heal and give it a caring heart
Break free the chains of patriarchy
Oppression nurtures hierarchy
No matter the sex
We all can excel
I can see me fly high
Because I am a girl!
BY © YEMISI ILESANMI
[…] I am more than willing to continue to champion the inalienable human rights of the girl-child; I just won’t do it under deliberate misconception or false pretense. Watch out for my video highlighting the plight of the Nigerian/African girl-child, coming soon. And in the meantime, here is a poem for the Girl-Child, titled ‘Because I Am A Girl’. […]