To Her Poem by olumide emmanuel

Gorgeous Damsel of all cynosure
What plague has befallen thee, no cure?
Thy beauty's match meets no defeat
For no other sister has got your feat
Alas, thy radiance's such a scam
Which repudiates admirers as sham


Thy black iridescent complexion,
Bewitched glaring faces to commotion
Thy divine talent and vastness,
Earn thee mother of barrenness
Since tis true thou art a barren mother
Thy age grows fast, faster than empire

Thou art no worth at all to me my dear
Though thy moribund death my fear
I shall myself console for thy loss,
Painless pain betrayal of thy toss

I have all hope resigned on you
Only my rhyme can my hope renew
For thy filth is so much gross,
Bringing me infamy no mortal knows


How I wish you'd wake up from your sleepless-
Slumber that's stunned thee since years numberless