The Woman In Me Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

It is the woman in me you punish,
Rest your moon that glitters on my soul
The woman in me will not accept you.
You disguest her like a rotten egg
Thrown in the heaped dust bin gathered by maggoting Flies.



The woman in me needs a love that prevail with no restraint.
The woman in me need a love that paints bright colors and brighten the lives of the commoners.
And whenever she comes down with the blues
She needs a love that will stick to her like glue.



The woman in me needs a love that has within her. The strength too carry along the pains you created, no matter how long the length is, I can move on.
She needs a love that will never ever fail,
Or turn away at the sight of trouble's tail and stand.
And when her winter days are at the door clapping,
Emotions, wrinkles feelings, bent down low and sore
The woman in me need a love that will love me even more and more without boundaries.