Blood and gold —Testimony Odey

Blood and Gold —Testimony Odey

I birth the voices of women

Carved in the calabashes of gold

Whose content was drained by

The throat of men hungry for

Something their eyes couldn’t grasp

Thirsty for liquid that would sting their throat

Red and black, these men wore

A sign that even blood couldn’t shake

A single bone in their body

A sign that wherever they walked in

Darkness and gloom painted the atmosphere

I birth the voices of women who had

No strength to speak up for themselves

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

The tides of the deep blue sea

They follow the rhythm of these tides

Even their heads bop to this rhythm

In the middle of the night

When no one’s by their side

And they are left all alone to cry

I birth the voices of women

Whose voice were too weak

To alert passers-by of the danger

That had befallen them

I birth the voices of women

Whose blood is tinged with gold.

Bio:

Testimony Odey is a Nigerian teen writer, poet, artist, redefined feminist, fashionista and believer. She would rather spend her free time wrapped in a blanket, reading a book or watching Nollywood movies.

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