The pride of a woman
The Pride of a Woman
The image of cruel could not conquer,
While an alienated air could not imitate,
Like the alpha filled with amber
Of the whispering of the wind,
We whose wealth we wish like worn wolf.
Hour? cruel and human heart is bitty-bitty,
The cruel stood forth hand in anger,
Like the white against blacks.
The pride of a woman,
Black women face agony of wrath
And especial agony of motherhood.
The pride of a woman,
African women face the race of rewarded.
Grace,
The tear of infertility behaved like sword
Of chanting trees.
The pride,
British women wandering for fame
Whose fame end up in flames of blame,
A regretting rain,
Like a winnable hour.
The pride of a woman,
Women of fate find face at the end of grace,
Even in the midst of beheaded sword.
The pride of a woman,
Like the [saw] island in the midst of [raced] river.
A tremor of war in cave,
And in thing which is no autism,
Tears.
The pride of a woman.
Copyright © Akinola Abitogun | Year Posted 2026
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