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Words, Visions, Dreams, Voices of an African Woman Expressed by Thulisa Qangule

Little Girl Tell Me…Woman What Happens?

Little Girl Tell Me…

When they teach you
To make your bed perfectly
So that one day you make perfect beds for your husband and children
Today You’re a woman
And they tell you
‘You made the bed,now sleep in it’
You realise that never…not once
Had you ever…
Considered making your own

Woman what happens?

Little Girl Tell Me…
When they teach you
To make-up your face perfectly
So that the world recognises you
As Beautiful
And they tell you
‘Beauty comes from within’
You realise that never…not once
Had you ever…
Invested in beautifying your soul

Woman what happens?

Little Girl Tell Me…
When they teach you
That the woman on the front cover
Is the standard template of amazing
As she represents what the world loves to see
And they tell you about ‘self respect’
You realise that never…not once
Had you ever…
Spent time doing any self reflection

Woman what happens?

Little Girl Tell Me…
When they teach you
That today women can be like men
For this world is built for equality and
You wrap yourself up with the wrong side of masculinity,trying to play ‘run&catch up’ with the boys
And they tell you that women are fragile and sensitive as rose petals
Yet strong and stern like the stem
Own the ability to sting like the thorns
In one package
You realise that never…not once
Had you ever…
Understood that EQUAL to
Is NOT necessarily THE SAME AS

Woman What Happens?

Little Girl Tell Me…

Thulisa Qangule ©

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4 comments on “Little Girl Tell Me…Woman What Happens?

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  2. Ephraim Malankabe (@Malankabe)
    November 26, 2013

    That’s deep! Mh, you are intensifying now. I’m impressed!

    • iNdlovukazi
      November 26, 2013

      I M Pressed? Yes,Pressed to stand up,Rise Up, Speak Up, Transcend all these Challenges and Show the world that here in Africa…Women are Pillars. Anchors. Strength flows through our veins,Wisdom runs deep in our beings like the breath of Life.
      We are not just meaningless entities to be objectified and posted out to the world as mere symbols to be used for consumerism.
      We are Mothers. Sisters. Daughters. Beautiful Feminine Spirits embodied in physical cloaks called bodies.

      Ndlovukazi is on the pRrrrrowl!

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