Poems ✍️

She arrived with ego, pride and chutzpa,

shouting out new rules and kicking butts.

Naomi Green, was a brute of a woman,

but she knew her business, she had the guts.


She spoke the crucial language of gold,

and knew power was never to be sold.

A Negotiating maniac in a boardroom of men,

respect she owned, no whimpering like a hen.


Naomi called the shots, like a soldier she fought,

No tears begat her cinnamon tone, solemn face.

You'll never see her sit saddened and distraught,

she had to be in the front line of every race.


We hail the memory of this Naomi Green,

she went to her maker as a King and a Queen.

Resilient, powerful, exceptionally strong,

sharing strength with her sisters, her whole life long.



I love you Naomi.....


Written by: Melvina Germain

Date: Jan.4/2015