In these places where women come to die
My mother’s words take turns to hit my ears:
“When you find a man, carve a home beneath his pride and
learn to make homes from nothing.”
Then I screamed: Mother this is not my home!
This is not a home!
It carries the weight of a man’s pride
the same way corpses carry the weight of tombstones
In silence.
Mother did not listen.
She too found a home
In these places where nothing remains
but a swarm of men urinating on the flame of our souls
She said: that is how we make homes out of nothing
By carrying the weight of a man’s pride
In silence.
© Elizabeth Semende
Wow. This gave me the chills. Powerful and evocative poetry. Well done.
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Thanks for stopping by D. Wallace.
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Wow, powerful words – and some truths.
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Thank you. Such is the plight of women, where I come from.
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Not just where you come from Liz. Many women suffer in silence all their lives, they feel they have no choice and no way out. XX
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That is so true. A very sad truth indeed Barb
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This is the truth and it’s hurting and painful and we need to change it
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Lost soul thanks for reading. The truth is heartbreaking and saddening something needs to be done for sure
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Hello. Thank you so much for following me. Now happily doing the same. Lovely to meet you. I live on the west coast of Scotland. Looking forward to reading your posts. Chris.
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Thanks Chris for following back. Glad to meet you too! Looking forward to reading more of your work
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my goodnes, afroliz, I am speechless with your fine writing – tx much for visiting my site as now I’ve found yours 🙂
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Thanks da-AL for following back. Looking forward to seeing more of your work💗
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This is serious and lovely…
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Thanks ADEDEJI
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Powerful words…
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Thanks for stopping by Luisa
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did you write this afroliz? love it so much, am reblogging it – hope you like how it looks on my site & that it sends lots of readers your way 🙂
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Hi da-AL, yes I wrote it ☺. Thanks so much for reblogging on your site. Am grateful 💗
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If you get a chance, would love to hear whether you got more readers as a result.
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Okay will keep you posted though I’m already getting more and readers thanks to you
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So glad 😀
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Reblogged this on Happiness Between Tails by da-AL and commented:
Be Your Own Best Role Model – & – Guest Blog Post:
in Elizabeth Semende’s exact words
Role models can be great. They provide wisdom for how to get where we’d like to be.
Take care, though.
In our eagerness, we risk blindness and deafness to how sometimes they’re better examples of what not to do. Of the ones we love, those who are closest to us, their familiarity can feel like normalcy.
The amazing poem posted by afroliz of Zimbabwe that follows illustrates what I’m trying to say.
I believe we must all continually work to be our own best role models. Let us be lighthearted in working toward that goal. Let us be as serious as happiness when it comes to understanding which role models we might already have unwittingly chosen.
https://afroliz.wordpress.com/2017/09/07/learning-to-make-homes/
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A tremendous read. So pleased for this night’s insomnia to bring me to you.
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Hi Diana. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and am really glad you like this.
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Hi afroliz
I’m so sorry for your terrible plight.
This saddens me so much…
Yet ”tis is the plight of many women who are “carrying the weight of a man ‘s pride in silence.”
Tragically expressed, those words will never leave me.
Regards. Marie.
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Thanks Marie for reading this and for your comments. It’s really saddens me to see such things happen to young girls. It’s sad!
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Very powerful … and sad … But what is a swam (of men) ?
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Oh roijoyeux I meant swarm, sorry for the typo
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So thought provoking
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Thank you Namrata
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👍
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This is deep
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Thanks for reading
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I see that I already liked this one, but I didn’t comment. Your poetry is very inviting. I can feel every word.
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Oh Thanks K E Garland for the kind comments.
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Wow..such feeling in your words and I truly change as you wish for it comes..Thank you for the follow 🙂
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Thanks for the kind comments blondieka
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