When you unearth this poem,
kindly whisper a prayer to its lines
For I’ve met several women
in my little stay in life;
fair, dark, chocolate, short, tall, slim,
obese, shaped 8, all beauties to behold.
I have tried to spell w.o.m.a.n,
& my lips curved a smile
at the mention of each letter
that escaped from my t o n g u e.
Where is the home of happiness?
in mother’s cooking pot
Of what monochrome is energy?
the painting of a wife’s kiss
Meaning of DNA?
DO NOT ANGER–her
Ask a mother where she finds joy?
she’ll tell you, in her child’s smile.
Now, read the first letter of each line
that’s how to spell a woman.
Happy International Women’s Day to all the eves out there.
©Olamide Ayoade (Penbleeds)
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