Treasure Island

Kweku Atta Crayon

(17th October,1990 / Prestea-Western Region of Ghana)

A Woman For Women


Facial Make-up, humility
Foot prints, gentility
Voice so calm
respect born in palm

Baby face, advanced brain
Her pains, for women's gain

Struggle in unfamiliar country
Not for herself but her county

Love brewed in an African pot
Served so fresh and hot
To the women and children

In a land of female illiteracy
Chewed education but withno supremacy

Gathered the girls
Put on them chain of pearls
Burnt the war chains
Today, We face our own change

Crawling to personal wealth
Jet-running to save women health

Within her country of tears
Created a town of no fears

Paw paw, gunshots
Stand stand on your spots
She screams
We are women, empowered to be saviours not cowards.

Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013
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Dedicated to Dadae Zoe Anderson of Liberia Women Empowerment

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