The Octopus Poem by Uche Nwanze

A gentle lamb but fights like a ferocious beast.
She slaves to make others happy.
A heavy weight she carries on her soft shoulders.
Fragile and frail she may look but with the heart of a Lioness.
Her innocuous smile masks her hidden tears.
Her desire to put a smile on their long faces eclipses her pain.
While others sleep like babies she keeps vigil.
No voice to speak up, her mouth gagged from speaking up.
Tortured, no one to fight for her.
Oppressed, no one to stand for her.
Her reward they say lies in the heavens, her toils in vain.
She brings forth a new generation bearing forth from the pangs of parturition.
Her hands always on the ploughshare, her delicate fingers works magic and brings forth on the table delicious cuisine.
Faces all the storms with a gentle mien.
No battle too tough for her to face.
An Amazon, a thousand whips and arrows she stands firm.
Her tears like priceless pearls.
Flawless like the ageless Sun.
Her succulent breasts, savage breast feeds.
Her body a temple of consolation, the quest to pleasure.
Against all odds she weathers life's storms.
Angels must be jealous at this masterpiece.
The Creator marvels at His creation.