Masculinity? 

Man

I used to make apologies for having the soft in my man.

A wave of woman in my masculinity.

I was called too gentle and too unmanly for not hoarding women in my waist.

Today I wear my mother in my voice,

I am clothed in her.

I wear my sisters in my thinking, my grandmother in my bone, in my soul.

I am after all my grandmother’s child.

For she prayed for me.

It was she who went before God,

red war paint on her face from fighting the men.

She pleaded for a son.

How then can I deny the woman in me,

when my coming to earth was because women prayed for me?

Was I not made from a woman’s mouth?

Only father remarks at my petal nature,

The women I come from say I am beautiful.
Tapiwa Mugabe