To the African woman, whom I admire, love and am grateful for:
Downtrodden, trampled upon and incapacitated
Deflowered by the Lion who watched the wolf bite off her finger
She had every good reason to say goodbye to life.
She bore the Lion beautiful futures.
Everyday she would be hurled to the streets
To hustle like a homeless nobody and beg like a beggar woman
Still she lived through the days holding onto little streaks of hope
She rose against the circumstances
And fought against all odds
Even when death tried to cease her away
She became the warrior of her own battles.
Photo Credit: Ifeanyi Nwachukwu.
Bibiana Ossai © 2016.