Woman Poem by chinoz james Akoma

Oh! woman
Living woman of the world
How well do i know you
May thy praise overshadow you
For taking over your man
You who is ruling this world
Why should your nakedness, be so expensive
That, the most opulent man
Has to plead before gaining ease
The masculine has gone mad...for what suits them both
Regarded as senseless on that aspect
The transparent kilt of yours
Has deformed their neck into pendulum
Just to see what HE can't touch
No man dare keep malice
Many has forgotten their parents as visitors
Just to hear you talk
What is meant for your waste
Is cherished by them
Causing quarrels between a father and his child
The two external features of yours are dangerous
Is your skin made of milk and cheeze?
that if you drink from the river of madness
We will be drunk from the ocean of disaster in no regreat
Your presence worth than a thousand men...still in confusion
In my deepest sleep
My heart is awake to hear you knock
In you all sadness becomes joy
Praise to your creator for your creation
Can this life taste atall whitout you?
Women are terrible DEVIL.