The Woman In The Market Square Poem by Zotena Moses

NARRATOR AND CHORUS POEM

Chorus:
Mama no get gold or silver,
But she carry love go market.
Her sweat dey shine like morning dew,
Her prayer dey follow her child like shadow.

Narrator:
She bargain with laughter,
She count her coins with care.
Twelve thousand two hundred —
The price of a dream.

Chorus:
Ah, woman of the market square!
You no sell pepper alone —
You sell hope,
You buy tomorrow.

Narrator:
For every sandal she bought,
A tear hide inside her smile.
For every promise she made,
Heaven write am for her name.

Chorus:
Who say struggle no get beauty?
See am in her hands —
Hands wey wash, cook, and pray.
Hands wey build destiny for child.

Narrator:
When night come,
Lantern light kiss her face.
Her boy write his name with pride,
And her heart rest small —
Because she know:
All:
No sacrifice wey love make go waste.