BEAST OF BURDEN, YOU!

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I call her the beast of burden, there is a hue of hope!

A conniving of nature, to torture, no stop.

Redundant as history, a familiar story

One that restrains them, from soaring up the storey.

Hey beast of burden, a hue of hope awaits!

Coz I tell you what?

The future is female.

 

Think of the odds you have beaten…

The years of voicelessness when you wouldn’t vote,

The years of breathlessness when you got beaten into submission

The years of uncouthness, when your sexuality was mutilated.

The years of illiteracy, when you earned your accolades in the kitchen.

The years of homelessness when land belonged to men.

Hey woman, aren't you tough!

Hey, Damsel, The twilight is here

A Cheerful dawn

To haunt, to hold, to hone!

Because the future is female!

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Don’t tire just yet, Damsel!

You still got some repulsiveness to beat!

Beat the titles; be the pilot not a female pilot

Be the rapper, not a female rapper

Be the doctor, not a female doctor.

Be the social capital, not the enemy of each other.

 

You beast of burden,

When the menfolk got colonized,

The womenfolk got colonized twice!

For being female, for being black!

And you said;

 

I might be a woman, I might be black,

I might be poor, but hey, I am here!

Making the best beast of burden.

Making the future female.

 

Let’s give a round of applause to the woman that you are!

Because the future is female!

Nay, the present is female!  

 Cheers Woman! 



By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros OSF

 

 

 

 

 

 

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