Only if my past realised
That the future is brighter than the present
Reality of my becoming,
Only if the world can hear my
Voice; that calm womanic gesture.
If my tears / can surpass / river jordan /
I assure you / it / was / worth / shedding.
If my eyes can / see / evil / I mean / the gruesome /
Wickedness / of our / existence, / then it / was / worth seeing.
I am a girl speaking without a voice,
I am a female reading an epitaph to both
The synthesis and the times of weeping / crying.
Oh! The tears I exhale wets the earth
And bears witness to the sorrows,
I now attempt to eulogize how it made me strong,
How it made me a stainless steel,
Oh! The totality of life’s cruelty
To a soul supposedly mine is cloaked
In the revelation of womanhood’s travails.
If this poem puts on the regalia of freedom;
Then I weep for glee that I hope will come.