A Woman Is A Woman Poem by Folayemi Akande

If her hips is at mortal sum
Then all men shall dear her fine form
If her lips is soft and roseate
What moral fact shall she create?

If her breast meets your beck and call
To love or to lust, one shall fall
A woman flawless as your thought
Is the fiction that drives men nut.

Praise her as perfect as she is
'nless you wish to tarry and tease
A woman is fine as her voice
To each man is a distinct choice.

Love her long as death may permit
Such simple things do they admit.