The Tigress Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE

Woman I love your strength

Though not worn like crown on your head

Nor packed in muscles on your arms

It oozes through your pores



See how majestic you stand

Like a post ready to pillar

Your pointy spear does not kill

It only stabs with love to heal



A true tigress you are

Never losing your spots

Pouncing to protect

Majestic in your prowls



See the birds rise up in honour

The tall grass bows under your feet

Unto you oh mother of nature

Rivers of milk and blood flows



Woman I love your humility

Just hear the pace of your grace

Making a way in a maze

Lighting a way in the dark



You who carries herself with pride

While walking under the meek cloud

Always true to yourself

Bowing your head un-coerced