Dedicated to the women of Green Libya who died fighting last year, some alongside their husbands, battling against neo-colonialism and imperialism for Africa and the world.
Willfully old-fashioned.
The lover, the brawler,
the scholar, the mother,
the daughter, the revolutionary.
She is a hellion in her beauty,
but in a quiet way.
At times she caused
earthquakes, other times
she appeared to float beside
quiet streams. Birds nest in
her beautiful locks
and tie ribbons there.
Men stare in awe and
ponder the realism
and honor of this woman.
The revolutionary lover,
no one can touch her
enter or ravish her mind.
Her power is her own.
The revolutionary lover
is about to come home.
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