The Woman That You Are
In the weakness of your ribs bone
Encouragement you whisper in a bold tone
To nurture lavender in your homes zone
Behind a man the woman you are
Coins tied to your cloths clot.
All the days toil had brought
And the hunger in the child cry
In your heart you pamper try
Funning to cook under the nim
As the suns day go dim
The homes troubles you redeem
And the woman that you can be
When the mans fist do blow
In your tears the pains flow
Your love you still do show
In a woman's women you are a woman
poem by Peter Atta Brown
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