Strenght Of A Single Mother Poem by Zintle Groepe

Day to day they slave ‘til night
Early dawn the clock strikes 4 o'clock.
As the rays of the sun wake on the Far East, the alarm warns of the approaching light.
Out of the warmth of their blankets into the winter of hardship.
Walking the inevitable journey, they go out of sight.
Far away into the dusty roads who feast on their shoes.
Gone 2 the fields where dehydration is guaranteed ‘coz these growing plants need to be nourished.
Slaving to bring home the little they can to their own reproduction.
All day long they equip themselves with weapons to conquer the Poverty Army...

As the sun sets in their midst, their hearts and souls race ahead of their bodies,
seeking peace and rest before reaching home.
Rudely reminded by the scarred roads of the blood they sweat on account of fluids drained during the day of hard slavery. After a long day of sowing with hope to reap better living conditions.
Approaching the door steps of their cracked window homes, they pick up all garbage full of worries they'd abandoned earlier.
These strong willed human-beings endure all kinds of struggles.

Their lives a constant routine fighting for survival.
The men who promised them heaven on earth fled the scene of hell when it appeared,
Leaving them to feed the breed and weed the fields.
Forcing them to lean on the mean! The only break they get is when the kids get some rest.
Draining energy they'd conserved to win the battle against poverty under excruciating conditions
All this to bring light to the rest of their Limitations for they are Light to the world.

Woman you are Precious...Stand your position because you are the ground
Without you this world is just like the wild
You are the gem that we all want to possess
Stand above your circumstances, you have come this far
Rise up oh dear Woman, you are the Jewel of this world