EVABELLA

EVA BELLA
I
My name is Eva Bella
The first woman that ever existed.
I went to School today
In my pink skirt and checkered top.
At noon, while we played,
Adam grazed his knee on the ground
His short got stained
Stained with blood.

All gathered around him,
With deep concern
No one laughed
Not a single person laughed.
They understood him,
And shared in his pain.
He was a victim of an accident.

At 4:00pm, just as the sun departed to clear way for the moon,
I rose from the front raw desk
Only to be startled by a sudden thunder,
It was a laugh of shame.
Everyone was laughing loud
I turned to share in the humor
But saw nothing
Nothing but that all eyes were fixed to my pink skirt.

Pink skirt had a huge map painted red
Blood on my pink skirt,
But no concern or empathy in anyone’s eyes
Only shame and disgust.
No one gathered around me
No one escorted me to the bathroom.
No one understood.
I was a victim of being a woman.

II
My name is Eva Bella
I am strolling down the hill
Dressed in a light floral dress
The mid morning wind blowing my dress east and west
My hips following rhythmically, dancing to the tango with nature.
Right below the pathway is Willy,
A friend, an ordinary man I say hello to occasionally.
He smiles at me, I reciprocate.
“Hello Willy.”
My right foot, a few centimeters from the ground,
About to take a step when suddenly, smack!
Willy has my ass grabbed in his palm.

It’s ok. This happens every day, every where
There is no doubt laughter is the only reaction you will get
Let the man get away with it,
Woman, you must understand, he is just a man
Faced with something beautifully curved and supple.
His hands are automated to respond that way, given the circumstances.

III
My name is Eva Bella
The first woman that existed.
I am a warrior.
I am powerful and fierce
I am the giver of life
The sustainer of life.

But every day I stand with hands bound
At harvest season, even though I toiled and hoed.
My lips have been gagged into submissiveness and suppression
With ideas like “being a lady”
A sweet polite passive thing,
That won’t scream even as being violated
But must subdue in silence and coyness,
Must never be seen chasing big dreams
Her legs being chained to dependence

IV
I am Eva Bella, and I will rise
I will soar high, I will soar high.
Like a bird, I will break free from this cage,
Even as my phoenix feathers lay shed below me, I will rise
And they all, will see my splendor
Displayed like a rainbow sky.

They shall hear the flap of my wings
They shall see the wind as it parts, giving way
And all that once was, will be nevermore.
All men and women will search for the shackles
But only find ashes
They will search for rags
But only find gold written to my name.

A full blossom flower I will be
On rock, solid ground I will stand
A steel hard metal, they never will break me.

At my feet, I stamp on poverty
At my feet I stamp on subjugation
At my feet I stamp on violence
I stamp so hard my feet go red and numb
But I will rise,
We shall rise.

Written by; Arinda Daphine.

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