Woman, Why Weep? Poem by David Olusanya

Woman, why weep?
Your eyes were made to see,
and not to cry a sea;
To see your infants grow
and give their dreams a row.
Woman, you must not weep.

Woman, why weep?
When God made your heart,
'twas the gaiety of His part.
He made your eyes the sun of Sunday,
and made your face the welkin of Friday.
Woman, you must not weep.

Woman, don't weep.
When you were made,
perfection became your maid.
Fortune's fragrance sat on your head,
and bred favour to be your shed.
Woman, you must not weep.

Woman, don't weep.
I see glory in the night of your hair.
I see hope in your eyes' atmosphere.
I see love raining from the sky of your skin.
I see your heart, the future and your smile in-between.
Woman, your cry is a whip.

Woman, don't weep.
Your tears is a serrated whip,
it cuts a wound so deep
that causes our dreams to sleep.

David O. Olusanya