Cry of a Woman

Born from the Motherland Brought up from the ghetto's filthiest sand Born with a purpose To soar and rise above the coarse A smile so divine It can never be defined Carrying a majestic walk She portrays herself as classic Oshun, the goddess of love Indeed she's pure like a dove. Now of age The men are out to break her cage The values of her mother have brought them to rage Isitha esihle asidleh they mourned ( *The good you do will never be seen or appreciated by people but they will notice all your flaws, make yourself happy and never depend on men for happiness for they will ask for happiness in return*) Oshun Oshun Oshun They're out to hunt her flower To leave her sour with no power She was the goddess of love She now stands as the goddess of fury The culture that once preserved her mother could not preserve her Her smile which was once so divine is now like a band-aid It covers her but still it hurts...