An Ode To Toxic Grey Feminity. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAEFGH IJIJKLMN OPJ EQRAHABSTUV AWXEYZ EYG A2B2EC2Y YYYYD2 YYE2| My Grandmother s kitchen was made up of Iron Pots | A |
| Iron susceptible to charque firewood | B |
| That reminded me so much of Iroko forests | C |
| She would scrape off gathered black ashes | D |
| beneath her firewood pots | A |
| With sweat beads running over the folds of her wrapper | E |
| She will Scrape Every Ash Until | F |
| It Packs It s Luggage Home | G |
| To reveal the Metal Grey shade her pot was originally made of | H |
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| I like to think of our Black skin as Grey | I |
| As though The Creator said | J |
| Let them be Grey | I |
| And the White skin said | J |
| stain them darken them | K |
| And then we became stained | L |
| We became Black bodies | M |
| Bodies we have come to accept | N |
| - | |
| I also like to think that White skin is made of Ash | O |
| Ash they have peeled off from their bodies and stapled on Us | P |
| Or Doesn t a peeled surface turn red | J |
| - | |
| You see My Grandmother would scrape foreign bodies And White culture | E |
| With Black soap | Q |
| From her eyes | R |
| Pardon I mean her pots | A |
| To reveal the African and Original shade a Grey woman was made of | H |
| Now My Mother s kitchen is made of rubber pots | A |
| Rubber machines that cook meals faster than they should | B |
| Machines that only need a little scrubbing | S |
| Here and there | T |
| Pots that hold no grit | U |
| Pots that don t fight back | V |
| - | |
| My kitchen is going to be made of paper pots | A |
| Disposable pots I mean | W |
| The type we thought existed Only in foreign tales | X |
| Ashes don t matter | E |
| Every pot is used up in one use | Y |
| Every White tale is swallowed in one lump | Z |
| - | |
| Grandmother s kitchen will war against culture | E |
| Fight off it s sticky fingers off our Greyness | Y |
| Till It Packs It s Luggage Home | G |
| - | |
| My Mother s kitchen will accept defeat | A2 |
| Shake off the pieces it can | B2 |
| Become softer | E |
| Become Tolerant | C2 |
| Allow mediocrity of our Greyness | Y |
| - | |
| Mine will come defenseless | Y |
| Turn the Battlefield Of Cultures to an Open Circus | Y |
| Come to War with no weapons | Y |
| And will lose | Y |
| Will Lose it s Battle | D2 |
| - | |
| There will be another War of Cultures | Y |
| One last time to prove our Greyness | Y |
| And My Daughters will never show up | E2 |
Soyinka Oreoluwa
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