Struggles Lyrics

I feel their eyes bore holes behind my back

My soles barely touching the ground as I walk by with the gait of model

Back straight, head tall, backpack strapped across my shoulders

I watch them serendipitously waiting for the prefect moment

To steal glances precipitously at my thighs in hopes

Of getting a glimpse of my Jerusalem

I hear their shallow brains in the shadows 'she is too hard

Soft enough to be ogled, desirable to satisfy their lust yet

Distrust in my ability to lead just because I am single and female

A warped angle that strangles

I try to hide my face when I sight her from a distance

Not to sound gruff but I wasn't fast enough

I stood with a smile plastered across my face as

I listened to her endless chatter on this marriage matter

God will do it for you this year she said again like she always says every year

Every year she makes God look like a liar not thinking that just maybe

Just maybe I may be a social pariah

Propriety set by society causes me to retreat

Your marital status not impact or age

Determines the level of respect you will receive

Absorbed in her folly she failed to notice as

I watched her courtesy to the younger lady cos she is married

My vain self struggled to maintain my cool as I refrained from calling her a fool

Filled with rage, I turned my gaze in hopes to ease my emotions

It is what it is… I pondered as I realised that

Respect for the persons without a ring in our society worsens by the day

I am a God-loving, tongue-talking spirit-filled Christian sister

I am what my Igbo brothers will call 'the complete package

'Ego oyibo' 'ugebe nne ya' 'achalugo nwa' 'egovin nwanyi oma

I am patient, kind, loyal, loving, caring, charming, humble with a cup of sass

Mindful of her class, I beg to pass at your advances

Hence I'm branded a feminist

If feminism is being comfortable in your own skin

Then I am a feminist

If feminism is demanding respect as your boss irrespective of my gender

Then I am a feminist

If feminism is setting goals and achieving them

Then I am a feminist

If feminism is not being sad or depressed that I am single

With no man to mingle with then I am a feminist

If feminism is not needing a man

Then I am NOT a feminist I DO NEED A MAN

I desire a companion who will stand by me through thick and thin

A man that will stay by me and not abandon me at the slightest provocation

A man to come home to and share my day with

But until he comes, we muve

These are the chronicles of a single Christian sister