water doesn’t know division
into ocean names
the equator, tropics & meridian
are just red lines we draw
on that spinning blueness
with islands/continents
all one thing
until we named it
& us
otherwise
but it’s still just that:
home
water doesn’t know division
into ocean names
the equator, tropics & meridian
are just red lines we draw
on that spinning blueness
with islands/continents
all one thing
until we named it
& us
otherwise
but it’s still just that:
home
some days i want to be
so sure of rightness, carried strong
by riptide conscience & not drowning
hatchet swinging must be freeing:
a bulldog running along at the feet of Jesus
turning tables at the temple
calling wrong things wrong
my activism is bloodless
& alliterative, delicate;
suggested rather than lifted
to break glass & wood
some days
i think i need to find an axe
& start chopping
***italicized from McQueen, Keven (2001). “Carrie Nation: Militant Prohibitionist”. Offbeat Kentuckians: Legends to Lunatics. Ill. by Kyle McQueen. Kuttawa, Kentucky: McClanahan Publishing House. ISBN 0-913383-80-5.
Morning, guys. As you noticed, Zoe, myself, and Noel have started writing poetry about child marriage (in particular, child brides). I am hoping that there are others of you who have something to say poetically on this issue that you could then link back here, so I could forward them on to Dr. Adebayo Fayoyin to help commemorate the day.
Here is some background information for you (courtesy of Dr. Fayoyin):
Globally, more than one in three young women aged 20-24 years were first married before they reached age 18. One third of them entered into marriage before they turned 15. Child marriage results in early and unwanted pregnancies, posing life-threatening risks for girls.In developing countries, 90 per cent of births to adolescents aged 15-19 are to married girls, and pregnancy-related complications are the leading cause of death for girls in this age group.
Girls with low levels of schooling are more likely to be married early, and child marriage has been shown to virtually end a girl’s education. Conversely, girls with secondary schooling are up to six times less likely to marry as children, making education one of the best strategies for protecting girls and combating child marriage.
Preventing child marriage will protect girls’ rights and help reduce their risks of violence, early pregnancy, HIV infection, and maternal death and disability, including obstetric fistula. When girls are able to stay in school and avoid being married early, they can build a foundation for a better life for themselves and their families and participate in the progress of their nations.
Governments in partnership with civil society actors and the international community are called upon to take urgent action to end the harmful practice of child marriage and to:
Enact and enforce appropriate legislation to increase the minimum age of marriage for girls to 18 and raise public awareness about child marriage as a violation of girls’ human rights.
Improve access to good quality primary and secondary education, ensuring that gender gaps in schooling are eliminated.
Mobilize girls, boys, parents, leaders, and champions to change harmful social norms, promote girls’ rights and create opportunities for them.
Support girls who are already married by providing them with options for schooling, sexual and reproductive health services, livelihoods skills, opportunity, and recourse from violence in the home.
Address the root causes underlying child marriage, including gender discrimination, low value of girls, poverty, or religious and cultural justifications.
Empowering girls and safeguarding their rights is at the heart of the issue. Governments, civil society and UN agencies are working together to end child marriage; further commitment and resources are required to accelerate action that will empower girls and scale up successful interventions.
***would love to see what you guys come up with!
henna flowers
cover her fingers to the tips;
brown & red climbing cinnamon skin
as she sorts clothes;
darks in the machine next to mine;
lights one machine over
i gasp at the patterns
on her hands & she tells me about eid,
her husband still in addis ababa;
here 2 months & we meet
not across a desk, or in line at the store;
but level, because i see her difference
& call it beautiful
i abandon my magazine
to share her story, barely 17
& half the globe away from home
in america, surrounded by
this too much of everything
she is in school now
& mumbles as if this is something
to be ashamed of, or is it
me misreading backwards body language:
eyes down while listening
& looking up only
while she paints her words
intricate as that mehndi
staining her hands
***for Aamina, whom I met in a laundromat ages ago.
Now…THIS is how you talk about child brides.
By Noel A. Ihebuzor
the child as mother
smothers childhood
the murdered mind weeps
when torture is garbed as culture,
a deadening deaf culture
deaf to pleas and protests
pleas of despair
the despair of the innocent,
thrashing like fish
trapped in a net,
whimpering and weeping
the lonely lament of a lamb,
her neck gripped in the jaws
of a predator, depraved,
blood spurting from ruptured aperture,
victim’s pain and slow death
contrasting with victor’s rapture
the shivering of the struggling lamb
before the slaughterer’s blade,
as dreaded night falls,
in vain searching the dark world
closing in on her for some light
to brighten her bleak plight and
and lift her soul,
finding none
heiress of pain,
fragile limbs grabbed, groped and gripped
by coarse grasping hands,
the repeated shattering pain as tender
flesh is gashed by hard hot flesh,
the happy husband
invades soft developing…
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when she was 7
my daughter started second grade
her bedroom purple
& pink with Barbies & plush.
she kept a dollhouse
& not very well
how is a girl
as young as 7
a wife, except
to play house
with an imaginary husband
These girls have no time for school or toys or dolls. They are married off so their families don’t starve, or perhaps to buy education for their brothers. Sometimes the transaction is motivated by greed. Maybe the family can’t feed their daughter and the other man can.
what is the cost of a bride?
counted in pulse
tallied in breathing
measured in tears
or is the value inside
the weight of her flesh
the work of her hands
the fruit of her body
What was a symbolic gesture, a token of appreciation, or a show of a husband’s worth becomes a transaction. Call this confusion cultural blindness, but my eyes are open to pain. Is it marriage, this child-barter; this passing of a life between hands–father to husband?
what is the price
of childhood
gutted & bleeding
for the sake of need
or greed on an altar of desire.
desire that her body
is not made to know
or accept yet
Maybe we hold too tightly to our children here. I think perhaps we do not hold them tight enough, or long enough, ever.
she is 15
& a mother.
she serves injera
& chick pea stew,
lowers her eyes
to the portable stove
until her husband tells her
to speak her mind:
she says it hurts
to sleep with a man
before you are ready
When you have nothing left to sell, maybe a life is worth a goat and bags of rice when there is nothing, literally, to eat and no money to get it. Maybe trading daughters for livestock is not a primitive thing so much as it is primal: life for life, so that all may eat. Still, what is primal in me resists this. This can only happen where mothers are voiceless and daughters meat.
she smiles, as if to soften
her words. but her eyes tell
the sharp edges
that will not leave her mouth
pain, even old pain
haunts
***we are combining poetry & prose over at Dverse this week. Over the next week, until I get the right feel for it, I am going to be exploring child marriage, as coming up on 11 October, we have the International Day of the Girl Child, and the focus this year is on discouraging this practice, which occurs for many reasons, and not all of them are easily brushed away. Thank you Noel et. al. for drawing my attention in this direction–I will be doing a lot of reading–and hopefully writing–in this area for the next week. This is just a rough draft of a start.