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She is in the
sun day and night
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The radiation
striking her skin
The rainfall on her head
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But she is a soldier
Her eyes turn red
like a blazing fire
Her legs never sleep
Stirring the ground
like an earthworm
Her mind busy
calculating like calculator
Her clothes like charcoal
She is always desperate
Desperate for her offspring
Her admonition mild
She feels ill and odd
When her offspring slumbers
She becomes the
security for the night
Clapping for mosquitoes
Is she insane?
The morning breeze finds
her in the street she is
always on the lane
At the market she is
struggling for sale
Her sweat is her gain
The failure is her pain
So she has never lain
Courage is her name
Oh yes! She is
the African mother
