In a world where strength is forged,
my tale of resilience is told,
a soul born and raised by a single mom,
Through trials faced, a spirit bold.
From the very first breath, I embraced,
A love that knew no bounds or end,
With every hurdle, my mother’s grace,
Guided me, a beacon, a faithful friend…
I endured a tumultuous childhood, marked by the traumatic divorce of my parents when I was in Grade 2. The ordeal was exacerbated by my exposure to gender-based violence at a young age. I faced the agonizing choice of selecting between my mother and father at Justice for Children…
In the east of the Democratic Republic of Congo, there is a town where people live slowly, like the river that flows through it. I was born and raised in this simple place, which was filled with the love of a close-knit community and the bright colours of nature’s…
I DON’T WANT TO BE
I don’t want to be a wife.
A housewife, working wife, whatsoever wife!
It’s not that I simply don’t want to lose my life.
That is also a point, but that’s beside the point.
It’s simply because being a wife is as complicated as coding,
More complex than hacking and…
MORNING
It’s a new day.
I choose to be strong and responsible for my own actions and emotions.
I’ve learnt that pain or happiness depends on the way I perceive things.
No one can make me sad or happy because it all happens due to my own response.
I declare being strong, wise and…
AfroWomenPoetry founded by Antonella Sinopoli narrates the stories of African women through poetry moving from country to country across Sub Saharan Africa. In collaboration with AfroWomenPoetry, SheEvolves invites you into the world of Ghana’s female poets
Poem by Akosua Dufia Boakye
But How Can I Be Me?
I am not who I want to be
The…
AfroWomenPoetry founded by Antonella Sinopoli narrates the stories of African women through poetry moving from country to country across Sub Saharan Africa. In collaboration with AfroWomenPoetry, SheEvolves invites you into the world of Ghana’s female poets
Poem by Mariska Araba Taylor Darko
A Beating For Love
Your fist pounded my face
In shock I stood there
Not…