Praise Women Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Praise them! Praise Women!
I read his words, then I cried, O these lies
How can a woman’s love lie only between her thighs?

Foremost I admired him, his work was set on another stage
Later I concluded his words of women were words of rage

Praise them! Praise Women!
For on the faces of all women you can trace
The elements of sacrificial suffering in their gaze

To hear him say women are libidinous
Is not hilarious, rather I deem it as outrageous

The women we all know have it tough
Every aspect of their life is embroiled with rough
Life cycle periodic pains and yet enough is not enough
Their agonising vaginal birth anguish isn’t a bluff

Praise them! Praise Women!
Why curse the women that raise thee
Wait for you blindly in love while you are at sea
Aid you in your visions of where you want to be!
They bring us joy, love and peace
Something I request no one to dismiss

If only he could see their potential essence
He may have appreciated their very presence
On earth, women’s love is the voltage of balance
The very reasoning of all kinds of romance
They give rise to our population
By endless copulation and multiplication
Which in turn gives rise to all the nations

Praise them! Praise Women!
We need them in our mist!
For without them we cannot exist

Praise them! Praise Women!
Praise onto the women that raise thee!