Women Poem by RAPHAEL KARIBO

Women, their emotions
are as tall as the iroko
trees with light green
leaves.

You can get them with
out spec, but sensitive
like that dark and hairy
dog with radiant eyes.

But still i stand behind
my curtains and watch,
admire and smile seeing
the sharpness of their feets
twisting of there waists.

Floaters they are, see them,
even when stabbed with
that glittering dagger, ability
to cook your A, b, c or the scenting flowers yours
again they are.

Still...i watch them from my room's tiny key hole.

Women! Women! ! Women! ! !