A Woman Is A Woman - Poem by Folayemi Akande
If her hips is at mortal sum
Then all men shall dear her fine form
If her lips is soft and roseate
What moral fact shall she create?
If her breast meets your beck and call
To love or to lust, one shall fall
A woman flawless as your thought
Is the fiction that drives men nut.
Praise her as perfect as she is
'nless you wish to tarry and tease
A woman is fine as her voice
To each man is a distinct choice.
Love her long as death may permit
Such simple things do they admit.
Comments about A Woman Is A Woman by Folayemi Akande
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You