Defiantly, she makes draws from her sheathe So galantly, she swings her sword at all directions, Oblivious to all threats and terrors. Thrusting at the very heart of the haggled monsters. She pierces deep, into the guards of her opponents, The multitudes around her, she feared not. An army against a soul, thought she not, She fought all day and night unmindedly, Her offspring she guards with the spread of her arm, No soul was spared who attempted at them, The tenacity as of a dozens of lions put together, The great army defeated, then her children she gathers before her, Not even her attire was scuffled, Her head held high, then she gazes in the heavens And makes a hero-like turn into her abode.
-- MISSY TEE.
NOTE: This was inspired by a widow (my mum) who fought her opportunist and tyrannical in-laws tooth and nail against all forms of expediency after her husband's demise. A true reflection of the state of many African woman who have been trampled upon, destroyed, exploited and maimed emotionally after they lose their husbands. She was made to pay the caustic, corrosive and scalding price of losing her husband without her condition being taken cognisance of.
Dedicated to all women in the diaspora who have been bruised, a better future for our tomorrow wives and mothers i pray. I love you!
Hello, I am Jodekss Gloatkenf --my penname. I am a professional writer, ghostwriter, researcher, editor, blogger, podcaster, artist, thinker and lightworker. I believe in creativeness, diversity and uniqueness --my definition of art.
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