On this windy and scandalous day I burry you
I plant a candle that will cast a shadow of our love
As my deep sobs simmer, I burn the incense
So that they can fly a smoke to reach heavens
Let these memories impregnate my imagination
That one day I shall conceive happiness
That will stay forever like the sweet thought of you

For you died to resurrect in me, a warrior
A-have-nothing-to- lose gladiator
He killed you mercilessly

His spacious palm in association with his muscular veins grabbed you
He gradually and painfully squeezed the sweet life out of you
His bulb-ed eyes rolled and fixed on me
I watched your being helplessness as I was
His thickest lips separated
To display his contaminated yellowish coated teeth

The cracking of your bones
Oozed out the evil beast out of my breast cavity “The Silence Syndrome”
I shouted to unlock the prison gates for him

“Give it me” his usual battering phrase uttered
He said “My tank is fool of fire, come quench my desire”
How was I supposed to? When all I had were empty buckets
I told you my beloved pet on this year’s valentines
That God gives and a man takes away
I had innocence and beauty of olive oil
But he sacked me dry
Until you came, I had no lubrication to ease my progress

His yearning for acceptance, dominance and control
Has cost us your life but “I will be your Hero”
My passion for syllables has equipped me with knowledge
I know their ways and means
I know what it means to dance naked in a music video
I know what it means to post in a bikini on car Ad

I also know the history of creation, Adam then Eve
I know about scientific proof of X and then Y chromosome
I know that they have taken control of small things
My choice of color, toys, and what have you
I refuse to die beneath the phrase “women are flowers of the world”
We wither and men evolve
I refuse to exist before them, Mr. and then Mrs.
I will burn the mascara, lipstick, for I refuse to be a subordinate being

We have been lost in the riddle of precedence “the egg and the chicken”
If the chicken built a society the egg would be found in it
Does that qualify the chicken as the owner of the egg?
I will one day ride the cloud of the rain ball
Build a halo around the sun, to light and enlighten

They say dance when you want to cry
So let me sing you a hymn
That caresses violins, until they sing about beauty of trinity and power of harmony
Hymn number 101: the power of “E”
Sing:
Women: Education, Empower Equality
Men: Let us Emancipate to Embody Equality