The Thoughts of Chairman Anyhow
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I’m not a size ten
Never been petite
Suffered throes of passion
Or lived with conceit
In height I’m bereft
No leggy lofty form
Not even 5 foot
The UK norm
My face is not symmetrical
No make-up would repair
No artists canvass
A painter would despair
But inside this frame
An esoteric fact
No yesterday woman
No submissive artefact
There beats a heart of a lion
Someone once said
But this strength lays within
My chest, my breast, my head
Society sees me simply
A frail and withered maid
But this country was built
On my slave trade.
So when you see me
Look beyond the shell
A soldier, a builder, a mother
The stories I could tell.
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