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Zywa Nov 2022
I imagine how I am sitting here
seen from the bridge, with the dark room
behind me, from which the hand
of a ghost could loom for a moment

to give me, out of sight, a push
so that I'll be smashed, like dictators
have it done to opponents
I sometimes dream of it

that I eliminate them and their successors
to take away the repression, I
as an unknown super woman
of humanity

It should happen on a large scale
all in one fell swoop, finally an omnipotence
that nobody can escape
Yes, if that, yes if, if
"From Williamsburg Bridge" (1928, Edward Hopper)

Collection "NightWatch"
peacholivet Sep 2021
Who can't she be?
The barrel of hope that quenches thirsts
What can't she do?
The blessed palm tree
A versatile soul
A super model touching hearts
Her feet are swift to the place of peace
And with nimble hands
She builds the world

Oh what a marvelous sight!
Seeing the woman in overall
Climbing and busying to build a mansion
Oh what a wonder!
Dragging the net to the shore with a catch
The lady with machete tilling the ground
A sight to behold at the call of harvest

Have you looked for doctors, or seasoned engineers
And not seen her?

Did you search for presidents and ministers and found her not?

Look again but look well now
She stands right by your side
She lives in you
You never knew
And a word or two she may have spoken
Shapes your character
And brings you laughter

Because she is feminine she is considered weak
Because she is a mother
They say she has no time
She is assertive but they say it's
Pride

Her honest cries are hardly noticed
Sincere lamentations left in the  dark
Her tears dry out in the open sea
They are lost in a drop, completely forgotten

If only we look deeply in the ocean
If only we look with both eyes open
We would see that crystal drop of water
The ancient mother of daughters and sons
The everlasting breast that gives us  milk

She is indeed more than the world can see
Bigger than the world shows
And more powerful than expected

She is human, a unique one
See her as such and treat her well
Harness the beauty of her passions
and save the world
Invest in her patience and see her soar

Know this
And know well
That what women can do,
Others can only try


Looking for a superhuman?
Searching for a powerhouse?
Look for that daughter or sister
Mother or auntie

Find her for a super world!
Superwoman
Inspired by Dr. Sarah Bomkapre Koroma
Bina Mukherjee Jul 2020
To my teacher Mom
To my savior Mom
To my kind Mom
To my trouble shooter Mom
To my simple Mom
To my generous Mom
Wish I were like you Mom!!

To the Mom who has been judged for living a simple life.
To the Mom who never tried to hurt anyone because she knew how it feels like.

To the Mom who thinks herself to be a superwoman and filled our plates with almost all the food from the dishes she had,
Keeping a little, what she called a balanced diet.

To the Mom who has the innate ability to filter out the demeaning words and rather enjoyed what she cherishes.

To the Mom who still believes "Silence is Golden"
And did her job religiously with love whatever be the condition.

But....
I couldn't be like you Mom and been a little outspoken as I have seen your helplessness for long....
And now.....
.......
I wish you were a bit like me Mom!!


Bina Mukherjee
Dayda Jul 2020
She was a great woman
A superwoman
She fought cancer
And won the first round

Alas, cancer found her again
She was defeated this time
She was a great woman
My superwoman
Only the best prayers for my superwoman always. Miss you.
Grace Thaba Jan 2020
There’s more where that came from
A bleeding heart was only the start,
The tears you cried late up at night,
Sad songs you sang till the morning rose,
Not that you’re weak-but let them continue to speak,
Had your heart broken and your love taken for granted,
Wore a smile every morning and faced the world even when deep down you wanted to pour out your heart and hope it eases the pain,
There’s more where that came from
I’m talking about your fierce,
Your ability to carry the whole world on your shoulders while making it look easy,
Let she be celebrated for her admirable super powers,
For she’s a superwoman
Zywa Mar 2019
It is my destiny
to be a female knight
awakened in a dark tomb
my soul draws drops of the deep sea
up from the earth

into a fountain of love
which lifts me to float
to the light

It is my destiny
to be a female knight, young
without blemish on my soul
which hangs within me waiting
for reports of a distress

too bad
to check off unseen
I must take action

It is my destiny
to be a female knight, I intervene
and impetuously turn the odds
with superpowers
of good will
Video "Tristan's ascension" (2005, Bill Viola, for a performance of Wagner's "Tristan and Isolde")

Collection “Migration”
Nilsa Lopez Jan 2018
She wakes up every morning opening those big eyes, those bright eyes, and she immediately put on her super girl cape getting ready to face the day. Oh, man, she is better than Superwoman and Superman together, she is the super girl with teenage power and stuff rocking her own world. One day she wears a dress, the other she wears jeans and converse, but that’s not the point… The point is she wears HOPE, and nowadays H.O.P.E. stands for: Hold On, Pain Ends.
Fragment of a letter written to my niece.
RoyHal Oct 2017
She rocks her cape with dignity
An air of quiet that leaves many in awe
Her hands itch at the sound of a battle cry
Her guilty pleasure;proving CANT is a myth.
She munches  daily on impossible
And looks in awe as the inches of self sacrifice bulge at her waistline.

After all she's been through
Though  deemed legendary
Arms toned with the weights of men she has been lifting
Her breast perfect pillows for the weary
Her eyes as round as the globe
Superwoman never learnt
You cant carry the world quite well
If your spine is cracked with the need of being saved as well
MG Apr 2016
you are the single most difficult thing
i've ever had the curse of caring for

you're confusing and secretive and indecisive and insensitive
and the way you treat me, no one ever deserves to be treated

and at one point i fell hard
so so hard
yet i knew that they were just games
but why did it seem like i could never win?

it frustrated me like hell
because when i compete, i win
what the hell made you so special
that you could beat me in every single battle?
that i was willing to lose the war to you?

then i became angry
i wanted to take sweet revenge
my heart became cold
and it yearned to break yours

...or I thought it did

you're like that stray piece of hair
that never seems to stay where it should
you dont know where you stand in my life
yet you still barge in like you own it

and up to today i ask myself
why do i let you?

you are nothing great
you are nothing special
you are nothing
to me

and i know that i'm probably lying to myself
but you should know that although im a superwoman
whom you're stupid not to love
i'm getting tired too
and you, my kryptonite,
i will soon be immune to
because darling
i think i'm finally tired of loving you
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