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Her Stride

A self-assured progressive projectile Locked on its target like a heat seeking missile Confident, a smile all the while Marvellous like a polished marble tile Strong, but fragile An ambiguous profile To remain unresolved, a mystery file Trendy, always in style Smooth like a silky textile A lioness on the prowl Hear her roar, fear her growl The feminization of a species A natural selection of beauties A temper so feline A manner so divine An awesome design A perfect being born to reign A mind map that he can neither navigate nor define A mosaic that only He can refine Provoked, her stride is heavy It is a charge to envy Her walk is easy It can mislead as lazy It is a march through boundaries and norms A journey of a million no’s and no yes’s An irrational continuation to an unknown destination A premonition to know, to sacrifice for the unborn generation A hope that peace will come no matter how dark the skies The intuition to continue to love when hate fills the air with cries An incessant knock on that closed door The insatiable hunger to always wanting to know A road laden with thorns and paved with broken glass A never ending test in an unassailable class At times, it is a burdened conquest A seemingly impossible quest At the end of which the rewards are already taken A rigged race, the winner already chosen The credit to someone less deserving Her pain from a tradition undiscerning But she’s unstoppable like a silver bullet Hitting with penetrating impact Her dreams riding on the tail of a comet Untouchable like a rocket to a far away planet Decorated, an achievement in perseverance An acknowledgement of her undeniable presence The order of a female monarchy Female atop the hierarchy A proven recipe His failed conspiracy

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/12/2014 4:11:00 PM
Loved your poem -- a strong voice speaking truth . . . as a father of three daughters . . . girls rule, boys drool!
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Thabang Ngoma
Date: 12/12/2014 4:14:00 PM
Thanks. Father of three - 2 boys, 1 girls and she rules us all...rgds, Thabang

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