Bobbi Nunes: Fruits Weigh Heavy
Fruits Weigh Heavy
Fruits weigh heavy on their heads
No sweetness of their own
Only on vines and underground is it grown
And from miles away you hear the moans
Of pain and suffering
From the crown of her head
Where jewels should rest, but labour lies instead
And from miles away you hear the moans
Of pain and suffering
From the king size bed
Where royal beauty should lie, but labour lies instead
And in nine months’ time
The commonplace crime
Will be symbolised by the beauty on her breast
This time their head weighing heavy on her fruits
No sweetness of her own
Just enough to cower a baby’s cry to a moan
The juices are sucked dry
Ladies looking for their oasis in the midst of the sun so high
I envision a day where women are free
So women like Kulvinder Kaur and Malala Yousafi
Will not fear the force of four shots to their bodies
That act as warrior suits rather than just their flesh and bone
Simplicity is not known there
Her own name comes second
Her own body comes third
Her own voice dimmed out so quietly to the silence of not being heard
Fear floods her thoughts as to whether her cleavage was on show
Dress cut perhaps a little too low
For him to see the emerald lace that lays gently against her breast
sales figures soaringly strong for the satin lingerie in shops
As that is the only way she and her can express themselves there
Please let me hear a wail at that fact
In fact let me hold my hands up and rejoice
At that privilege at least they had that
Female mutilation not a problem there
And as if I previously complained of stares
When my sisters have their homes ripped and tied and cut and sown
Like that is natural, or presupposed fate
Their mouths stifled to silence, no outbursts of hate permitted
All that is allowed is the act of being committed
To those that carry out this operation
Her false smile fully prepared
Instead of truthful tears, not that they would have cared
These women are full of power
These women are full of dread
and forced into beds
Society has bred ignorance by the nonsensical lessons that have been fed
That women are mothers
That women are wives
That women are teachers
That women are life-givers
That women are secondary
That women are secondary to themselves
Bobbi Nunes is a young female writer and actor living in London. Her work primarily focuses around human interaction, and the female experience.
