Ivan Brooks Sr
Liberian Woman - Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr
Liberian woman, Monrovia Woman
Queen Woki, Shining star of Ducor
Blessed from Montserrado's abdomen
Take me on a royal ride beyond Sinkor.
Liberian woman, Buchanan woman
Mamba queen, daughter of Gbehzon
Cook dried meat dumboy with your hand
Feed me just like old king Garyeezon.
Liberian Woman, resourceful woman
Queen of The Merry Go Round Market
Bread winner, where are you superwoman?
Take me on a journey that I will never forget.
Liberian woman, Annie Dahn, Yekepa woman
Queen of Camp four, bride of Zorh-Tappa
Smother my Nimba GB, my Ganta woman
Make me to forget about Kou from Tapehta.
Liberian Woman, Zwedru woman
My Precious gem of Seneeween
Take me through the valleys of Toe's Town
Take me home my Gbarzohn Queen.
Liberian Woman, Mandingo Woman
Queen of Bopulu, Empress of Africa
You are truly the essence of a strong woman
Take me home to the aromatic smell of Sumalah.
Liberian Woman, Enlightened Woman
Female President of Africa's first republic
Born of a Liberian Woman, my native woman
Birth mother of the April twelfth conflict.
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