Ready?

She bit her nails Brimming with vexation As the clock stroked twelve The defining moment had come to pass Was she still a girl Or a woman, at last She picked up the stick and read the clear words Still feeling like a girl Although in nine months time She was going to bring life…

We Are Queen

  We are the queen of this land you call home Civilizations were born from our wombs Suckled in our bosom Rested on our hips Protected in our arms And flourished from our wisdom We aren’t a queen We are the queen We hail from the land as old as time We are Africa Mother…