My Woman Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

My woman
The essence of my being
Her feminism masculates my masculinity

I spare no effort in singing her praises
In company of friends
And in ale house
Where ladies hawk their bare bodies.

My woman is no light skin
She doesn't fall into the modern term for 'beauty'
She is no fair complexion
That writers will spend time to paint with flowery adjectives
But when all the noises have been made
And cane of reality behind to flog men
She is the kind of woman they long for in their forlorn.

My woman doesn't slap the world with her womanhood
She knows her beauties is not in ladies' book of revelation
I am as wild as other men
She tames me with the things in her head
I run home after work hour like a hungry schoolboy
To be comforted by her.

My woman is my goddess
Dark as the dawn
Soft like the morning dew
Slim like a virgin girl
Her height makes her
A nightmare.

My woman is a true goddess
Spotless in her ways
Calm in dealings
When she smiles
My day glows with hope
Difficulties flee from my paths
Her frown is Armageddon
It spans lesser than a second of time
She sussed I am no angel like her
And our home depends on the consistency of her forgiveness.

My woman
The essence of my being
Her feminism masculates my masculinity
I spare no effort in lauding her
In company of my friends.