Poetry by Omotoyosi Salami: The March at Dawn
The March at Dawn
The gender that is not emotional is shaking and waging wars.
Men are tearing their clothes & straining their face muscles screaming
themselves hoarse, &
marching up and down, demonstrating
immense anger, and for what.
The only thing that can make a properly masculine man cry
is a feminine woman who refuses to bring herself down for him.
Women of these times like and want their backs straight as they are made.
A woman is born with a load on her back. Even before
she ever becomes a mother, she is already saddled
with the responsibility of catering to
and upholding men’s egos. And we say
‘We are tired’.
We say this in words and in actions: We are not your mothers.
But men – who are not emotional – are angry and livid that
we no longer understand how to
treat them as heads of houses and babies at the same time.
Look here, we are no longer submitting. Adjust. Clutch your mother’s
beg her to teach you what she knows of cooking. A man
who does not eat will starve – that is how the Lord made it.
And who are we to question that?
Oppressors do not usually see the oppressed stretching their limbs.