MY NAIJA,MY PRIDE!

Adorned in grin over wrinkled white
She walks with sore but springy steps,
Beat downed, trampled, raped, cursed
and scorned, but she’s gracefully
patching her attire and blinding
the carnivorous stares from her nakedness,

oh my beauty, the only one I can
run to even when the greener pastures
becomes blight with the burning sun
the only hands that cuddle me
even when I represent her wrong
in my neighbor curb.

The child cannot differ from the
Father, but my beauty is a departure,
She tries to stand despite
All the needles her children
Placed on her earth
My beauty deserves more than a pat

Her face is wrinkled,
Not with age, but with pains
She face, not from without
But she cries because the pain is within,
Age aside, my lady is a beauty to behold!