by Coumba Toure I am AfricaA woman in a forced marriageDemanding divorceFed up with being raped, exploitedI am standing angryThrough the vibrancy of my youthStone in handHunger in the bellyFire at the mouthMy heart defying death on land and in the seasAnd, in my dreams, the unreasonable desire to be the best and to be…
Category: Poems
on spiders and ghosts
by vangile gantsho there is a spider on my hand red tiny spider many tiny spiders on my hand on my arm all over my body i enter the water to wash them away without frightening them they do not leave my skin the stories of great men are found in books and painted on…
A Toast to My Women
by Wana Udobang Here is a toast to the womenWho sat us around the moonAnd gave us the secrets to the galaxyWho chanted poems to squeeze rain out of the clouds Invented coding from divinationDistorted the lines between juju and technology Cooked black magic in cauldronsand spawned brown girls who could flyCreated calligraphy with cassava…
the revolution is a woman
A collective poem compiled and written by Toni Stuart at the 4th African Feminist Forum, 10-12 April 2016, in Harare, Zimbabwe. The poem uses words, phrases, ideas and thoughts shared by the women throughout the forum. Read the full article below or download HERE