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Emmyright✍️
Graphic design,freelancer and a caterer @ Nnamdi Azikiwe University (unizik)
Graphic design,freelancer and a caterer @ Nnamdi Azikiwe University (unizik)
Bearing the Tide
<p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p> *A Poem Inspired by the Artwork.* </p><p><br/></p><p>She does not face the world,</p><p>Yet the world rests within her hands.</p><p>She carries oceans without complaint,</p><p>Cradling tomorrow in fragile bowls of blue.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her back is a map</p><p>Drawn by years of silent labour,</p><p>Where every curve whispers</p><p>Of burdens too sacred for words.</p><p><br/></p><p>Wrapped in the colours of her ancestors,</p><p>She wears history like a second skin;</p><p>Every shell upon her waist</p><p>Sings of heritage, womanhood, and home.</p><p><br/></p><p>She is the river before dawn,</p><p>The tree that shelters weary souls,</p><p>The earth that yields abundance</p><p>Though no one asks if she is tired.</p><p><br/></p><p>No crown adorns her head,</p><p>Yet dignity sits upon her shoulders.</p><p>No anthem announces her arrival,</p><p>Yet generations rise because she stood.</p><p><br/></p><p>Beyond the canvas,</p><p>An artist traces each careful line,</p><p>Not merely painting a woman,</p><p>But preserving the heartbeat of a people.</p><p><br/></p><p>She is every mother,</p><p>Every daughter,</p><p>Every sister,</p><p>Every dream carried farther than her own.</p><p><br/></p><p>Look not for her face—</p><p>Find her instead in resilience,</p><p>In sacrifice,</p><p>In the quiet strength that refuses to surrender.</p><p><br/></p><p>For she is the bearer of tides,</p><p>The keeper of life,</p><p>The soul of a continent,</p><p>And the masterpiece that never ceases to endure.</p>
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