When we meet, see me

When we meet,
See me,
Not my meronymy.
 
Do not see me as my beautiful face like the star of the morning.
I did not decide what I would look like in the world.
Do not see me as my well-crafted lips.
Olodumare Himself decided on that extra finish.
Do not see me as my bright and pretty eyeballs.
I need those eyes to see with perspicuity.
Do not see me as my well-packed luscious bosom.
If they go down today, what can I do?
Do not see me as my soft fish-like olive skin.
I cannot recount the cost of moisturizer, sunscreen and diet.
Do not see me as my bouncing hips.
Leg works, hip works, and thigh works work.
Do not see me as my brightening dimpled smiles.
Wisdom prescribes engaging seven muscles to thirty-seven.
Do not see me as my bounty and glowing Afro hair.
The glory of 4c-hair is ingrained in care and patience.
Do not see me as my sonorous nightingale voice.
I woke to find my voice like that.
Do not see me as my perfect figure-eight shape.
It only indicates my years of discipline to keep me healthy.
Do not see me as my outstanding fashion and dressing sense.
I actually love good looks for me and all.
 
When we meet,
See me.
See my quintessence.
See my tenacity.
See my audacity.
See my sincerity.
See my dexterity.
See my propriety.
See my capability.
See my versatility.
See my perspicuity.
See my intellectuality.
I say
See my limitlessness!
 
When we meet,
See me.
See that woman
Who stands tall no matter her size,
Who possesses overboard cerebral capabilities,
Who engages in critical reasoning for global solutions,
Who lifts little hands and strengthens feeble feet,
Who provides for the homeless and the hungry,
Who cares to enthrone sanity in rotten polity,
Who advocates clean environmental practices,
Who voices the voice of the voiceless,
Who speaks against calumny and power rascality,
Who administers without fear or favour,
Who protests sacrilege in the Holy places,
Who breathes humanness in a world of inhumanity,
Who plants to feed the nation and the world,
Who revolts against sex-for-grade vices,
Who cries out against rapes and sexual molestations,
Who rebuilds the ruins of education a-falling,
Who detests unholy commercialisations and profiteering,
Who moulds the tabula-rasa of the innocent little ones with finesse,
Who promotes feminine economic independence,
Who regales in masculine reliability and responsibility,
Who makes the judicial system a true hope of the masses,
Who realises a dependable healthcare system,
Who enters the lion’s den to rescue those held as preys,
Who sees no mountain too great to surmount,
Who paints the world with light and love,
Who leaves indelible marks on the sand of time …
Who stems from the bloodline of the great African Amazons!
 
If we ever meet,
Or you hear of me,
Remember me,
And what I am made of.
Remember me and the woman that I am.
Remember me for my quintessence.
Remember me, not my meronymy.