IN HER MIGHT
Tired from the genesis of your courage
The strength from your lineage
About the tale that precedes your fame
Looking upon your fountains aim
I relish beneath your bountifulness
You are called a woman
You are the gold and the cash
The songs that ease the crash
Of inequality and patriarchal dome
The African mother for ages come
Your pride is worthwhile
Does it speak who can hear?
You can be a president
Or a famous author, fight
You can be a poet and the song
Your intelligence knows no bounds, as long
Your beauty tells
Don’t be just silent, revolve,
Your name is a woman
You are all that is needed
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