Woman

I baptize my lips,

Every time I take a sip

This ship could never be capsized

Even though it has leaks.

Sworn to my herbs

As I roll them like my pencil

Babylon does not define who I am

See me with plastics on my head,

Fake nails produced by Koreans

I’m still gone be genuine.

You could keep the money

I don’t need the fame

And please do feel threatened

‘Coz when I speak

I can still take this to the street.

Look at this appreciate it

Bow you head

And know that you can not imitate it

Part of the soil

With curves in all the right places.

I’m thankful to be chosen

To bring to light

A beautiful reflection of his grace

I have carried burdens before,

Been ill-treated far to many times

And now come the time

For this entire woman to shine.

By: Lesego Masike