Anna is a young enterprising Poet and Achiever from Zimbabwe.
She currently works for ZIMLINK and studied at The National University for Science and technology, Bulawayo.
I AM WOMAN
WRITTEN BY ANNA GOWERA
Shyly, in innocence, my first bud sprung,
Soon to discern
Who they said was I.
Quick to water with words were they,
Onto which, for dear life,
I strictly hung…
Whispers hoarse
Behind doors closed,
Thus my schooling begun:
“I am Woman;
The crumbling of man.
I am rug;
Nose-wipe for some wicked thug.
I am Old-And-Shoddy-Rag
On which thine vile desires
Thou art to drag.
I am Weak,
Worth no more
Than a broken stick.
All that is about me is dreary and bleak.
I am one on whom to look
With malice,
With guile;
To be abhorred- that is I.”
I drank in the teaching;
Lapped the produce of their tongues.
Biting off large chunks
Of their verbal utterance,
I swallowed them whole.
I withered as I grew
And knew not what to do…
“I am Scorn;
Away from me must the light be shone!
I am Harlot, I am Shame;
Behold my body with great disdain.
I am Insect
Waiting in ready beneath your thumb
I am Woman;
I have no name.”
I listened, I heard,
‘Till, with bloated head,
I did want hear no more.
Something was changing;
My rose was in bloom,
And to contain it within me
I had no more room!
Now my song is different,
Listen and hear
Behold ye and see
The breaking of dawn:
“I am Speech,
Sturdy and strong;
Invoking within you
Emotions long gone.
I am Grace,
A waltz in my walk;
Your mouth agape
Yet not do you talk.
I am Strength;
Your helper, but not your slave.
I am one who came
From The One Who Is.
I am Vigour, I am Skip;
Passion seeps
From succulent lips.
I am Jewel, I am Beam;
Superior in poise,
Entrancing in gait.
I am Shout,
Heed the awakening noise!
I am Rage;
Do you dare to spoil my page?
I am Fountain,
Splashing; soothing…
I am earthquake-
Disturbing in my wake!
I am alive,
I see that I am.
Not as I was,
But now I subsist.
I am Phenomenon. I am Beauty.
I am Woman.
I am Soul.”
I am. I am Woman.
©Anna T. D. Gowera

I so much love this piece. It is all-encompassing; embracing in its entirety, the sufferings and enjoyments married to womanhood. But I have a problem with the setting of the piece- it only refer to the Afrikan woman. Maya Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman” is a macrocosm of societal feminine achievement and that it why it stands the test of time. Anyway, it is said, “to each poet, his muse”. Nice composition, Anna Gowera.