Facial Make-up, humility
Foot prints, gentility
Voice so calm
respect born in palm
Baby face, advanced brain
Her pains, for women's gain
Struggle in unfamiliar country
Not for herself but her county
Love brewed in an African pot
Served so fresh and hot
To the women and children
In a land of female illiteracy
Chewed education but withno supremacy
Gathered the girls
Put on them chain of pearls
Burnt the war chains
Today, We face our own change
Crawling to personal wealth
Jet-running to save women health
Within her country of tears
Created a town of no fears
Paw paw, gunshots
Stand stand on your spots
She screams
We are women, empowered to be saviours not cowards.
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