Fantasy Poem

She rise at the wee hour, be timing sunrise.
Her soul is awake, cleansed by the heavenly dreams confronted
the night prior. Unyathela ngokuzotha with her bare feet.
Calmly she walks as she prepares to purify her body,
for she’s aware of sin committed without her knowledge on her path of sleep.
Unwrapping to wash and wrap yet again her head;
with a turban picked from a vast selection.
A ala moseme to pass a short and sweet prayer- for her Lord’s praises
are always on her lips.
Inside her lengthy brown lacy skirt swaying;
like a swan she strolls, curves so enticing calls for adoration
reminding her of the deep golden pouch she opts to save,
and reap for harvest in time. Face so tranquil-
absorbs all nature’s empyreal creation.
Mature touch she has, invigorating from top to bottom,
aligning situations at home and elsewhere.
Wisdom of her words is a gracious appetite to wise men-
but only scorned by fools.
Energy within her is Power reflected on the surface,
From a bloomy face to nonpareil garments she’s remarkable.
She is on a pedestal braced with prestige- for she is
Power Girl…Her Jezebel’s eyes have male species floundering
over her; she goes on to persist to resist as she provokes
the attention that fills her Ego with pride;
she knows of no men with testimony against her.
Blow and burst on, you over lashing dynamite.
And be of classic treasure to them other young maiden…

I wear electrifying strength known not to the ordinary.
For Power Girl; I am!
Power Girl by Thandeka @FamilyFriendPoems

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