If we don't tell our stories, hailstones will continue to fall on our heads Thrown by fathers for the children to see -for we are not good women Thrown by Imams, by a judge's decree -for we are not good wives Thrown by other women in our husbands' lives As they come in the morning cradling his children Calling us witch, barren, bitch And we find something to tie the chest with; Challenging words to hurl back in battle, And partners to hold us anyway, Through the things we struggle against. Abena P. A. Busia, (2010)