Poetry

CALL ME A WOMAN By Zayn

Written by Editor
Call me a woman
Every shape and part of my beauty,
Is attributed to “MORality”
Morality is underrated,
It is subjective
Subjectivity is objective
Sense conveniently forget that part,
Welcome to the genesis of all genes of fresh thighs Call me a woman
I lose things and gain things
I eliminate every sense of your sensual sight,
All of the household
Even during sex
Sounds pleasurable
More like it
I need to feel safe Call me a woman
My fate of doom was accorded from the first breath.
Evil they call me
Fruit they say, caused my agony
My segregation is not only from man
But from HIGHS
Bonded in my bound space
Turbid to my love Call me a woman
Strength weaken, power subjected
Life compressed, suppressed
Breft of frigid and fervid
Hovers in space of discrimination
Yet breath life
Gagged of living Call me a woman
A window to the future
A mirror of civilisations
Nucleus of earth
Bridged thought
Myopic conclusions
World’s infancy
Will not break my bones For woman i am
A reflection of your imperfections

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.