It all began with a question
by Milestah | October 14, 2010 at 12:56 AM
I recall how they made me toil
My plans they wanted to foil
I was made to do all the duties
‘Preparing me for marriage’, they called it
I was to accept it with pride
For soon I would be a bride
And for what was I paying a price ?
It all began with a question
I refused to conform
No pressure or structure
Would oppress and suppress me
Why was I someone’s possession?
I needed to follow my passion
I could not bow down to oppression
And so everything I had to question.
To some I was nothing but a disgrace
My behavior and self they could not embrace.
My own freedom I had to purchase
With courage, determination and questions,
I broke the yoke of detention.
Others thought I craved attention
Names they called me, pain they inflicted,
Harm they did, but I still questioned.
I rose even stronger, my voice much louder
Speaking out, shouting loud and proud.
I questioned why, I asked why not.
It had to begin with a question
Comments
Wow! This is amazing!
Sister Milestah! You write poetry so well!!! I love the courage and the wisdom expressed all across the rhymes! I have been close to a lot of women who tackle the inconvenience of betrothal or parental arrangement in marriage... I do adore some of them who stood their ground and conquered their predicament ... It's tough but it's worth it! My salute, sister!
Always,
Emie Zozobrado
reclaiming voices
My appreciation sister,this is for all the sisters, mothers and daughters who reclaim their voice.
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