Woman I love your strength
Though not worn like crown on your head
Nor packed in muscles on your arms
It oozes through your pores
See how majestic you stand
Like a post ready to pillar
Your pointy spear does not kill
It only stabs with love to heal
A true tigress you are
Never losing your spots
Pouncing to protect
Majestic in your prowls
See the birds rise up in honour
The tall grass bows under your feet
Unto you oh mother of nature
Rivers of milk and blood flows
Woman I love your humility
Just hear the pace of your grace
Making a way in a maze
Lighting a way in the dark
You who carries herself with pride
While walking under the meek cloud
Always true to yourself
Bowing your head un-coerced
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