The Dignity Of A Lady Poem by Yusuf Qomorudeen Olusola

East, a loathed enemy
Does not conform to the West
Digressed but evasive he claims
Reluctant she feels
Shedding shallow shame like water from the duck-backs
For superiority not of her
But they are almost the same source of river
Having crawled over my dreams

Nevertheless, I hold you tight... then sticks
Against extraneous and divine bags of tricks
That serves nothing but lust and jinx
Here comes the guy you hit with sticks
Reciprocate with tragic but nuptial rings
All to embrace truce and unity
And set a chain of one entity
Wish you'd come to elevate my sanctity
And make one figure a twenty
So I might be holy and praisworthy
Then fill with solace and tenacity

lady, hide here! hide your NECTAR
For here is the sanctuary
That prevents tsetse flies
From humiliating your FILAMENTS
And your foliage, pearled by the dew
Please come forth!
And let us sleep now.