THE CULTURE OF SILENCE AND OPPRESSION

 

THE COLOUR OF ME
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Hello Friends, in my last blog post, we agreed to advocate and speak up about ending violence against women in the #16daysofactivism initiative of the United Nations.

 

I present to you the COLOUR OF MY SILENCE  by Adeyinka Adefemi.

 

 

THE COLOUR OF MY SILENCE

When I was born I cried

I have life! I signified.

I was examined

And announced to have a vagina

I was stamped a property and not the owner

 

Boxes and labels awaited me as I grew

Things I should do

Things I should be

Things I should not say

Things they should not see

 

First, silence was for the infant

Forever insatiable and calcitrant

No good except they were quiet.

Then, it became for the one with a vagina

To be seen and not to be heard

 

Silence, something sheshould be known for

Her vocal instruments were not created for use

Except to cry and to moan

To the ‘owners’ strike, touch and abuse,

In response to pain and feigned pleasure

 

To tell the owner has won

To me that was all these boxes and labels were for

Silence couldn’t be my friend, at least not like that.

Silence was good sometimes I saw,

But jabbed at my heart and left me sore

 

I could play with silence

Then maybe we could be friends

I’d listen to Silence’s reason

Maybe Silence would return the gesture

To hear me out and see some sense

 

I win my fights with Silence

But there’s always something to lose

When would I get it right?

Silence agrees to play a game with me.

Silence says, ‘Colour me.’

 

What would I colour my silence?

Pain?

Of my unheard feelings?

Life?

Vivacious potentials to womb others? or the life I may not be allowed?

 

 

What would I colour my silence?

Blood?

My shame? To be hidden away?

Love?

Understood? Yessometimes, but tired of making guesses of how it really exists.

 

What would I colour my silence?

Sacrifices?

That I may be blamed for?

Danger Warnings?

Usually ignored?

 

What would I colour my silence?

Anger?

At what silence allows?

Attention?

 

I would colour my silence and take it with me!

Place it where effectual!

Where it would speak!

The colour of my silence is red

It is on my lips, but not just for me.

 

Adeyinka Adefemi 15/04/2015

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6 thoughts on “THE CULTURE OF SILENCE AND OPPRESSION

  1. Wow.
    Sometimes you question society,all you get is rhetorics.
    Thoughtful,evoking,provoking,purging and with a sense of deafening whisper.
    Good one Yinka. Would love to read more from you.

    Like

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