I have read of how you bugled;
bugled in pains against the patriarchal societies.
I got to know from history how you struggled;
struggled for your voice to travel across many communities.
Glad to know the struggle was never in vain,
and unto many today, it has become a gain.
I often see the valiant ones among you
treading the path of victory some men dread,
and embracing responsibilities like chocolate bread.
A man with a womb are you.
You bleed for days each month,
Yet, you never bleed to death.
Inside your womb for nine months,
you carry another being like wind from the north.
The painful sweet experience of childbirth
whispers so loudly of your enormous strength.
When you love, you don’t mind paying the price.
When betrayed, tears don’t cease to flow from your eyes;
It’s not a sign of weakness, but of your awesomeness.
Shy not away from it, embrace your uniqueness.
You’re rare beautiful queen,
not the regular slay queen,
but a queen of everything that is full of beauty.
© Olabayo Joshua Awodirepo