Garth Rakumakoe

She

While crown eagles circled the skies

out on life\'s open road

her spirit\'s harkened

in the rains of yesterdays\' desires

It has run the length

of a tomorrow\'s expectations

It has journeyed the detours

of hopes delayed

 

It has travelled the picturesque miles

and like fine wine

emerged refined, wisdom gains

of disappointments and strife

Femicide no man has survived

and like a work of oriental art

before the table of her oppressors

lethal cowards in men\'s cloaks,

open as the road, her destiny

today unfolds

as whirlwinds bow

to her inner knowing

 

Written in the stars,

descending a lineage of sheroes

she\'s the rising incense

in the corridors of dreams

elusive and devoid of gravity

in the adversity suspending vacuum,

fortitude, propels her liberal rebirth

of a people\'s awakening

 

Her one hand curtails the storm behind

while the other rocks the cradle of peace

Redefining a defiance, vivid

in the proceeding rainbow, She

is a woman

of immortal essence