Choking and silencing,

Cracked teeth and bruised lips.

Battered up,

And wrapped in barb wires.

Sometimes that’s how my womanhood feels like.

Fear has left red stains

Between my teeth,

Holding and biting up my tongue

Has become a second nature to me.

Blood stained metallic is how my womanhood tastes like.

They feed me the fear,

Cement up and shut my mouth,

Tear up my wings with sharp claws,

Leave my flesh burning,
mind raging and Heart pounding .

And have the audacity to tell

How this is what i should be like.

My existence is inconvenience,

My body to be objectified ,

My sexuality a sin

And you still want to know

How this womanhood feels like ?