Most Beautiful Girl... Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

She walks not the cat stage
Wriggling her waist, and jerking her buttocks
Like a mold of amala in the hands of mama-put,
Her braless breasts are not spectacle for the audience
To cheer,

She speaks her mother-tongue fluently and her
Accent is not faked,
Her skin is fleshy and oily, and her voice is in
Agreement with Mother Nature to
Suckle the earth,
Her hands fears no charcoal and
Heavens vote gives her desired Crown.

She’s a Queen to all, and her special assistance goes
To the poor and needy,
And, to dine with her requires good manners not
VIP Invitation at midnight
For her sunrise comes with busy hands, and
Her presence echoes the words of the reading
That reminds one of the fruitlessness of
A man to be alone