NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker. A graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has published over one hundred poems/articles in over ten countries. Her first two longest poems of 355 and 560 verses titled THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on Amazon. She has also featured in over ten international anthologies/books/blogs. She is a passionate African ink. QUEENO I am a queen The queen of my kingdom, O I am so green Shinning in stardom, O I may be a teen But I fight for freedom. O I wear my crown The crown of womanhood, O I sew my gown The gown of motherhood, O I am not going down I reach for the neighbourhood. O I have the power The power of empowerment, O I have the strength The strength of engagement, O I am love I love above discouragement, O I conquer weakness Weakness from the pit of torment. O I am a queen I wear my crown, It is my strength The power of womanhood In a world of solitude. POETREEMy pen is mighty Mightier than the sword, My ink is a warrior The goddess of word. My pen is life Living in hearts My ink is sharper than knife Capturing more than arts. My words are forces Within time and tide, My words are horses Speeding far and wide, With strength and breath Across lands and bands. A tree of words In diverse worlds A tree of messages On cords of the universe. My pen is my armour I am the Knight I win the fight And wear the glamour. My sword is silver My word is golden My mission is diamond Hence, I plant a poetree. THE AFRICAN GIRL CHILDSave the girl child
And give her peace, Give her home And love. Send her to school Protect her rights, She is not an object Do not mess with her, Give her a future And help her build it. Rescue her from the street Shield her from the gang Ward off the vagabond Chase away the bandit Guard the African child. Be her a girl or boy Be she fair or dark Whether tall or short No matter her religion Safeguard them from ungodly cultures Roll off those inhumane traditions, Give the African child the full moon Let him play into the dawn.
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