Touch Not - Poem by kente lucy
Touch not a woman to hurt
but touch in tenderness and in love
touch not a woman to kill
but touch to give life
touch not a woman to curse
but to bless, and make jolly.
Make not a woman cry
for her tears augur nothing good
make her happy and you will enjoy
all goodness and beauty in her
Is it not known all over the earth
that woman is the mother of all creation?
She needs her respect, her love and beauty
she is adorned with beauty, meticulously put together
to move who ever sees her
Who gives the right to strike woman?
what authority do you have to abuse her
what power do you have to violet her rights
look man, you are because of her
Gone are the days, when women meant nothing
they now mean everything, they put food on the table
pay fees for their children, fend for their families.
Touch not in anger and spite
touch, touch, touch not! ! ! !
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