Laid on her palms, gold, silver and jewelries
Of indigenous quality, not like the old path
That made her scream for justice, but for now that
Gives her choices.
A choice to be tall, and a choice to be short
Choice to fly or dive on the wings of the toughest
Tides, choice to smile, even when the game is high
She can lift her voice and cry...
I am and I am
A woman
A woman of freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful celebration of the African woman today.