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Strong Woman
There’s a Diva a talking, just the other day On the telly squawking, you know, in that way Of how she’s so powerful, a siren so strong She’s such icon, In sight and her song And I thought good onya, congrats to you What without her, what would we do? Then I gots to thinking, about some that I’d known Of women with grit and strengths fully shown Ladies that proved, they didn’t need no squawking They just get on with it, no talking, just walking No role did they ask, nor limelight they seek Thrust on them, a job that they keep Nappies changed and bruises better kissed Hearts broken and loved ones missed Strong Woman is there, to tuck us all in And work with no pay, then forgive us our sin Her love knows no limit, no bounds She’ll give us a hug on her way rounds Strong Woman is there, to lead us and believe us She’ll box our ears, and then she’ll forgive us In quiet ways, without any drama or lengthy complaint Brushes her love like canvas and paint The doctor, the nurse, the advisor and saint She’s Strong Woman because she had to, less nobody ain’t And now, that Diva is leaving, in her limousine long Rakes in more millions, tough journey, shouted in song I guess I should be grateful for her and her says But what about the one, who so guided our ways The one we take granted, we sometimes forget what she has done Strong Women, the beautiful ones we call Mum...... ......and sister, and daughter, and Aunty, and friend, and wife and lover and workmate, and Granny.... |
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Nice poem .
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