Tell me once more, hidden
In every heart that I ever felt
The walk in a crescent path
Countless beyond doubt
That my reap opposes my sow?
Tell me again that I chose to
Fall, to stumble and fall again
Even when there are many of men
Under the sun and dancing in the rain
Would I be love’s judges?
Tell me thereafter when sorrow’s
cup pours, and my cheeks grow weary
That I was born not of Love but
Of the world and its apprentices
Shan’t I be the same?
One man taught me how to love
How love hates, how to be a woman
Even when the heart bleeds, I sing
Isn’t this more revealing than the word itself?
Man that I couldn’t forsake!
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2015