No Woman , No Cry
The bags under her eyes are very heavy,
You call them her luggage
Why does she handle so much luggage ?
Because she keeps moving foward never forgetting her past
Her cry cries out,
Sweet mother, salty tears.
Where do tears come from ?
She's the source
From a place of joy and sorrow, day and night
She is the joy that came in the morning
Her tears are the highest quality
Premium tears
When a new thing happens ,it springs forth from her heart
Rivers in desert places.
No woman , No cry
The wailers have become prevailers
Vigil aunties end their vigilante careers in wake keeping
It's time to be celebrated
Every shed tear recognized
The bitter tears are now sweet
The bitter tears are now better
The better tears are now barter , exchange it
The barter tears are now butter
Spread it across your bread , breadwinner
You've won , you'll never be hungry , you'll never beg
You'll always be fed
The value of a woman isn't a dollar sign , where the opposite and protruding sides of the "s" point to her breasts and butts divided by a straight line indicating the spinal cord of her dependence .
The value of a woman isn't a dollar sign , where she's at the receiving end
Look at the bigger picture, look at the giving beginning ,
Giving her all to bring you this far.
She started from the trenches ,
Heart wrenching when she gave her all
To be treated like a bad stench
Benched for a younger version of herself.
Yet ,she's more than she's built to be , rising higher and higher like an edifice
She isn't artificially intelligent but sees into the heart of issues ,
She isn't superficially intelligent but she's more than just the measurement of beauty standards
No woman, no cry
Are her cries finished ?
No woman no cry
Possibly without her there would be no cry
No woman no cry
She suppresses the tears that threaten to erupt
No woman cries ,
She knows the cry
The cry from within, for freedom ,for liberty .
After all this years, gravity falls, she can float
Escape has artists ,admire her creativity
Engage her art , she enjoys her peace of mind
I'm amused by my muse
Her highest highs and lowest lows
Her high - lows are peaks
Hello hi-los
Her halos are not holo
She's whole
Her holos are hulu
The movie of her life deserves to be streamed
Yes, she deserves a netflix special
The unsung hero has a song
No woman no cry
Copyright © Nkunim Asmah | Year Posted 2023
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