Let the spirit of these women
Welcome us with the momentous
Monotone ahead. While the mongrel
Shall bear a strange name again.
Even the birds chirp need
To become rumpus to us again;
Monocle of the new journey is here.
They are the women that own the future
They are mothers of resilience. Don’t let
Them be morose of this finery.
She is beautiful. Silence is namby-pamby
Why the colour of hair is still black,
But not a gargoyle in the pristine
Of old nadir.
She is the Amazonian character in
The vanguard of duty. Thus, beauty
Is her name.
Behold the time of rejuvenation
With this time of neophyte fashion;
She is glowing in her skin.
A warrior. A queen. The empress.
The quintessential woman that
Is above the nocturnal dogs
Of this generation.
She is the virtuous woman.
She is the rare gem of every
Home and workplace.
She is the mirror of hope
And reflection of new noir.
Happy International Women’s day.