Do Not Love Me Yet! Poem by Ojok Isaac

My skin might be smooth like a blowing wind
My eyes so bright and sheeny like the moon
I'm still young, do not stare at my glowing skin
Do not love me yet! love ravenous goon.

Would a man ever pick what is ready?
Would I always guard and protect myself?
From swirling desires... my brain, set me free!
Do not touch me yet! the law is my shelf.

If you love me, I'll be vulnerable
When you're broke, I'll suffer delving for cash
Yet I can be a nurse and be able
So stay, let me catch my dreams, do not rush!

Let me study and get my University gown
Then talk to my roots, and wear me love crown.