A Woman's Price Poem by Folayemi Akande

Be not flinty and impervious

For such words do frail women bear

Humble yourself as the colours of the rainbow

Which is a perpetual sight for sore eyes;
The cosmetic of poor, ugly sky.

And be not as the scornful thorn
That even jackboots tramp upon.

Let your comely face form a theme
As the hue of the day's sunlight.

Make sublime your voice as
the soft beach' breeze.

What does it profit a woman to be formidaly ferocious?

Fair in beauty, rich in elegance
Shall all be embraced by your foes?

When your countenance do nothing but woe

Take a deep sigh, see how murdrous your tongue has been

See how many hearts your brow have lashed.

And how many lives are dead into your fierce personality.

A woman's life is short and quick to worn
When beauty is gone power is lost.

Humble yourself, beauty may die with you.

Brace your tongue, life maybe loyal to you.

A moment of madness, soars eternal regrets.

Be not as the tyrant sun that scorns the flowers

But as the rain that enriches the stem.

Let nature embrace you as honey and mild

And not to be bullied by your memory
As a thorn amidst the plants.