BABY-MAKING MACHINE by S. A. David

In times past they have suffered humiliation
In centuries ago, dehumanization
Their gods subjected them to suffering
Turned them into objects of punching

Deprived of the normal life
Their windows cut with a knife
At ten sold out to slavery
To satisfy the lust of the gods of savagery

They were lesser bodies
Punched by the great bodies
Limited to the chimney and kitchen
Seen by the gods as minute chickens

Bought with some silly price
Bought as a baby-making machine
Lesser babies given out for a price of sacrifice
To continue the cycle of the previous machine

Franchise denied
Freewill confiscated
Provision seized
High-life snatched

They drink the liquid cancer of their god’s corpse
Their pride is shaved from their head
And sleep for centuries with the dead
And their purse is coveted by force

In the name of tradition
Denied the treasure of education
In the name of the ancestor’s culture
Drastically ruined in the future

Yet these same lesser bodies
Have suddenly stretched out hands to the Deities
No longer limited to the kitchen
Neither are they baby-making machines

Queen Idia fought the Idah
Queen Amina, a Zarian elder
Queen Nzinga, one in a million
Queen Neferiti, a woman lion

Ms Sarah Akpojotor, a living legend
Ms Abimbola Akinbode, a holy friend
Mother Teresa, Ms Akunyili, a canonization
Oprah Winfrey, a beatification

Mary Slessor, made huge impact
Whitney Houston, a diva by fact
Mrs. Success, a blessed berry
Bless you Dorothy Dandridge; Halle Berry

They are not deformed men but unique sex
They are not weaker sex
They are not baby-making machines
They are life-giving sapiens, not machines