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Whispers travelled like a wild fire

Her rise to power was a result of her

lifting her legs, singing hallelujah

they expressed.

It didn’t matter that she played odds

to become she. Working and moving

pieces on a board like any man would

She couldn’t blame them, how could she

because woman and power had been

reduced to a sex equation but it didn’t

matter, she could sleep well at night for

she knew she was the hope of the

woman after her for she did it

better than any man would.

by Liz Kilili

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