Imbokodo - I'm not!

I'm not Imbokodo, I'm soft and supple

I'm not Imbokodo, I'm fragile and frail

I'm not Imbokodo, I'm beautifully molded for luxury not iDover Stove

You've long oppressed me and made me believe hardship defined my strength

I have coughed out Nations, borne Kings, nurtured Warriors, but still I'm not Imbokodo

Why do you define me in a manner that allows incindezo on me

There's no greatness in strife, no glory in our bent backs as we toil to nurture you

I'm not Imbokodo, I don't want to be, I want to be  bathed in love and oils, I want to sit on a throne and be revered for my nurturing womb and hands

I'm not Imbokodo, I want nations to be in awe of the product of our beings

Hardship shouldn't define us, we gain no favor when we are told we have to endure, no accolades that are worthy of us should be defined by us being tagged as those who don't feel, hurt, bleed and more. So keep your Imbokodo Award, we politely reject it

We are a beautifully crafted species, we are more than the pain you force us to accept so we can qualify for the Imbokodo Awards, keep it

Today, I celebrate my womanhood, my core, my being.