#tribalism

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  • madinah_writes 20w

    Bold on her cheeks.
    Sign of cultural heritage on her lips.
    Queen of the jungle,
    Wearing her smile,
    Like an attire of the lips.
    Her smile so brittle.
    Shy and timid, she covers up.
    A beauty queen without makeup.

    Stripes and ramifications
    From birth till death.
    Deep and slight.
    Dark and light.
    Straight and slant.
    The marks against her bare skin that made her art.

    Her Tribal marks as old as time.
    Her origin, her background.
    Scarification, whatever you call it!
    Heals the body, with it's unique meanings.
    It doesn't makes her an outcast or different from anyone else.
    Her tribal marks aren't symbol of tribalism.
    It adds to her beauty.
    Whether light or dark skinned.
    It is honour in form of lines and dots and drawings.

    Her tribal marks are lines of sacred history.  
    She might be defined but her tribal marks are her strength.
    Deep within the skin,
    She's a specific identification.
    An identification of a great tribe, family, linage, clan and patrilineal heritage.
    A symbol of beauty and creativity.
    She's mischievous yet,unique.
    Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

    © Madinah_Writes

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    I'd have used a beautiful picture for this poem but I'm always denied that :-(

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    Her Tribal Marks

    Stripes and ramifications
    From birth till death.
    Deep and slight.
    Dark and light.
    Straight and slant.
    The marks against her bare skin that made her art.
    ©madinah_writes

  • _ronan_ 95w

    No Step Forward

    We find comfort in the lies
    Little demons, they compensate
    Tirelessly stoking the flames
    Until they're snuffed
    We project success on the tomorrows
    Dreaming of the joys they could bring
    To escape the traps that litter our paths
    Echoes of our own self sabotage

    One step Forward, Two Steps back

    So blame the millenials
    Drunk on the ecstasy of their youth
    Who butt heads with the system for emancipation
    Oblivous to the slither and spit of life
    Or blame that very System
    The chains our parents inherited
    From the twisted mindset of their elders
    Who carried the burden of tradition

    Two Steps forward, four steps back

    Then they gave a voice to the voiceless
    Retribution to the oppressed
    Who bite the hands that cut them loose
    Compensation for their incompetence
    Now we juggle pleasure with religion
    Each step we take following backward
    As we mask the lucid truth we fear
    Hand in Hand with our insecurities

    Afraid to let go


    ©Ronan

  • musa_ize 206w

    Nigeria, a land flowing with tribalism and prejudice.
    The Igbos are thieves,
    The Yorubas are lousy cowards,
    The Hausas are illiterate murderers
    and the others, don't even get me started
    Really, don't. There's over 300 tribes to run through.
    Anger is the blood in our veins
    Hatred forms our muscles and bones.
    We often say, "I don't hate that tribe"
    "They are just terrible people"
    "I can't marry from that tribe"
    "I can't do business with them"
    And on we go, speaking evil of each other.
    Harming one another, claiming innocence.
    "We didn't start the fight, they did".
    Honestly, I don't care, if I had a time machine,
    I'd go back in time and stop the amalgamation in 1914.
    Nigeria, a land flowing with tribalism and prejudice.
    The aura is full of scorn
    The waters are bitter with disdain.
    And the people vehemently refuse to change.
    Nigeria, where everyone is sitting in the gutter
    Thinking they are better than the next person.
    "My side doesn't stink as much as yours", they say
    Nigeria, a land flowing with tribalism and prejudice
    It's just sad, I need to get me out of here.

    ©Frègènè