Power To The Woman - Poem by PHUMLA KHANYILE
Dare not listen to the voices of the skeptics
Why measure a woman by her fragility
Think of the things she has done
The rivers, crevices, mountains climbed
The disappointments, hurt, ridicule endured
I call her an unbendable rod
Fragmented by situations she still gathers her dignity
With the fragrance of ubuntu she carries the world in her waist
A woman of character is her essence
Caring for those who care less for themselves
Forever giving from her well of love that never dries
She is a woman of substance
Some call her imbokodo, the grinding stone
I call her the cornerstone that pillars strong
Without her THERE is deafening wailing and growls
The motherless run amok with no help at hand
The nations starve and the neglected wallow
No handkerchiefs to wipe the tears of the aggrieved
Intandana umakhothwa unina….asho amaZulu
What is the nation without a woman?
To all the ladies, young and the old
Our mothers, sisters and girls
The soul of humanity, the essence of creation
Arise; fear not the challenges
Build, lead, and govern
Stand tall and climb to the tip of success
Ride on the wings of opportunities
Land gracefully to the high places
Ilungelo lakho, yisikhathi sakho!
It is your right, it is your time...
Power to the women!
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