Wicked and Bad & Amina & Made of a Million
Wicked and Bad
“Wicked and bad” were your words when I didn’t clean up your mess.
Laying your traumas as I rest.
I’m wicked and bad for not being the sacrifice.
I leave swines to squeal and beat down at their own demise.
Leave your troubles at the door, on with your shoes, she has no more.
Wicked and bad, yes the saviours dead and gone.
She is not carrying the world on her back like the women we mourn.
Walking a fictitious path to glory, they were unrecognisable come dawn.
To the women who had to, I say thank you.
But I’m wicked and bad through and through.
Heartless creatures like me dance under moons.
Build worlds to set ablaze. Can’t call her bluff, so call her Sovereign.
Wicked and bad asoebi queens are soaring.
Sun-kissed with her sun hat, down they fall like lost fables.
Wicked and bad was once your sweet angel.
Amina
Original lover girl, I love love.
No matter how many times I get it wrong.
Love is my big cookbook, one hundred recipes all I have to do is get one right.
Akara, egusi, fufu and tola
I put my heart and soul into every cuisine I’m making.
Every relationship is a new recipe I bleed to perfect.
I’m no culinary queen. Some would say I’m not very good at all.
But guys still want to taste what I’m serving, knowing they don’t like the way I make my yams.
They just like seeing how hard I’m willing to be of service to them.
So I whisk, cream, and season for a chance at love.
Eventually, they leave, and it breaks my heart.
But stupid fellas don’t get it.
It’s all for me.
Every new recipe I work on I learn new cooking tips, new tricks.
I study that dish to figure out where I went wrong and get back at it all over again.
This is not a joke it’s my act of service.
And one day I’ll put down the plate having mastered the art of love.
Made of a Million
Made of a million, I see the women that have come before me.
Made of a million Black Women in antiquity.
Who walked the Earth, I feel their spirits saying yes to me. Her seed pressed on the ground, covered and a million after her nurtured it to grow.
Made of a million mothers, a million souls.
Made of a million girls who were afraid to say no.
But said it anyway for my light to be shown.
The women who moved mountains to the girls who touched the sea.
I am She.
I am made of a million girls you will never see. Lost in time, no photograph, no memory.
I honour you, I hear your call and I set you free.
Made of a million and a million will be made out of me.
Christie Fewry (she/her) is a multifaceted creative, actor, writer, and poet. She is a recent graduate of Rose Bruford College with a BA in Acting and the creator of the award-winning short film Amina. In 2024, she made her stage debut in the world premiere of The Great Privation: How To Flip Ten Cents Into a Dollar at Theatre503. Beyond acting and filmmaking, Christie delves into her spiritual experiences through her writing. Her poetry often centres on the African woman’s relationship with life and love.
Instagram: @christeefewry