Alpha

Crafted from clay
Perfected from man
She was called WEAK
The stigma from the society drains but she couldnt SPEAK



Her opinions were SILENT SCREAM
Her pains were UNSEEN
Her mistakes , AN ABOMINATION
Her qualification , MERE EXPLAINATION



SAD and EMPTY except for her Father's compassion
"Child, you are the AUTHOUR OF YOUR LIFE"
"YOU ARE WHO YOU CHOOSE TO BE"
These words of her Father were the BEGINING OF HER REVOLUTION


Awelewa,
A beauty with SCARS
Rose over the empire like Ares
She ruled the nation with care


HUMBLE and MEEK as a dove
She won the heart of the deadliest of men with LOVE
A fearless warrior
She guides her territory jealously
To predator she is a TERROR



She never ignored  her Father's counsels
His words her armour
You can not see her among the gossiper
She despise evil counsels



In the market sqaure
Her tent stands high above
With her SKILL and TALENT
Honey and milk cease not in her abode



Awelewa,
She rewrite her story
Renew her glory
Became a model,mother,leader,protector,strength to her man and a god to her child