I grew up, a stranger to myself..I had not the muscles of the Gladiators..“Leave it for the men,“ I heard each time..
Upon a land called Earth,
Wherein my fibrous head saw light,
There rolled a ball of thought,
Its players, all taken in visual blight.
Awaking me were Laws of Nature,
Entrapping me in habits which are not mine,
The skirted little puppets, no way!
I wouldn’t mind a playground of landmines.
I grew up,
A stranger to myself,
Stiffened and hushed within,
The voice of myself.
I had not the muscles of the Gladiators,
Nor the stature of James or Andrew, but
A craving lingered upon my chest,
To do what they do.
I took the shovel, the bow and the Sword,
Alas! They were withheld from me.
“Leave it for the men,“ I heard each time,
Thus I awakened the hidden me.
I wouldn’t be treated like a fragile package,
Nor allow the men build my castles,
Nay! They will not prune my garden
Yea! I will lift my heavy parcel.
I will not be the victim of tears,
“Men do not cry,” so I heard,
I will not resort to being the Neck or Body,
I will be the Head.
Years of being me
Are spent in vanity,
Washing away my beauty and gait,
Stranded upon the shores of gender Insanity.
Oyebade Timileyin Tobi is a 400-level student of the Department Of Veterinary Medicine, Faculty Of Veterinary Medicine, University Of Ibadan, Ibadan, Oyo State.
Source: Pulse Nig