A Mould Of Tenacity Poem by Solomon Ayomide

Don't you write her stance off in history
Nor stereotype her prowess for weakness.
Clear your visions off every distort look
And see her clearly for who she really is
Yes, for who she really is.

For she is an aura of authority
Who act each day with no profanity
Because from time now till eternity
She remains an asset and not a liability
Who holds on tight to bring out quality
Not minding the scorn nor biting inequality

She is a lioness who breeds up pack of lions
Who keeps roaring and roaring
Even as the world tries to hush her
A tenacious figure who gives No a fierce fist
Crafting for herself and kind a lasting feast
A mother for pure nutrient and love

Vanquish her not from memory
For what is a branch with no root?
Or a human with no beating soul?
Of course, the obvious is certain
Build a woman, build a nation
But permit to say
Not just a nation, a strong nation
Standing the test of time

I repeat once more but louder
Never you see her as failure!
Nor as a helpless figurine in a stand!
For she's a mould of tenacity!
Yes!
For she is a WOMAN!