My Own Woman
All my life, I have lived with more women
I am the first born of three women
My very few friends are women
My mother is one of the deepest women of all women I know
and in my bid to understand my own woman and other own women
My mind can hardly fathom
Because,
From birth to mature health
my nous is molded through nature and nurture
my environment is being too deep too shallow to understand the girth of a woman
I observe,
A woman in her bid to understand her own woman,
sometimes adapts to the frivolity of the concept of the standard woman
the ‘trend’ woman,
that she longs to be other own women
at the detriment of her own woman
Lest we forget,
I cannot be other own women
to be my own woman
Rather,
only in my own woman can I connect
with every own man, woman alike
A woman in the likeness of God
is a human being with
experiences lacking articulation
hurts and oppression
adversaries and confusion
a complex entity of complication
But yet a woman Underrated!
NO!
Her silence does not imply ignorance
Her tears do not imply weakness
Her well of emotion does not imply her lack of togetherness
Needless
to say even in her weakness
she can still see sadness
in the eyes of everyone around her business
Needless
to say even in her so called lack of togetherness
she can still look you in your eyes
and feel you enough to tell you
why those tears fall
as she pleads in her heart
that someone looks into her own eyes
and identify her own woman!
No wonder there are more women
Every woman encompasses in her
Her Lord, Her Force, Her Man
NO!
not the physical imperfect mortal
but the spiritual perfect Immortal
GOD!
who sees her and knows her
so she with draped eyes and bowed knees
can raise her face to the heavens
as tears fall from her eyes
utter her heart for her own woman
and intercede for other own men and women
Truth be told, it’s a triad
Beside every successful man, an own woman
Beside every successful woman, the own God!
Truth be told
Hell Hath no fury than a woman scorned
A woman with little sense of her own woman
would only resort to oppress another man, woman
with what she is depressed about
But even in doubt
is a woman still a woman
The woman with a nurturing heart.
Charity begins at home
so the woman
with all the veins in her brains
will strive to survive.
She looks down and beholds the curvature
of her breast, behind, thighs and hips
She looks in the mirror and beholds the curvature
of her eyes and lips
And still in her bid to understand her own woman
sometimes conforms to the superficiality
of the perception of physical beauty
That she fails to realize her own woman
In her own woman!
Little wonder, that since a woman
can sometimes heed to voices
from the depth of shallow theories
can a man sit in this narrow cubicle, frame of a mind
and Utter these words to a woman
‘You are Ugly’
NO!
But You Ugly,
Are Your words
because you fail
to capture the curvature of her own woman
Little wonder, there exists not a word, ‘masculinist’
but ‘feminist’
I mean we agree to disagree to agree
that a woman is the essence of life itself!
She was made from the rib of a man
close to his heart
to read every beat
of her husband, son, father and brother
and still being in touch with other own women
can read every beat
of her friend, daughter, mother and sister.
If a woman can speak
If a woman can be in her own woman and speak
can the nucleus of life be esteemed
because she holds the WOMB of Man
Hence, WOM-MAN.
See, a woman can sometimes cry
I do not understand a man
But maybe if we search our inner own woman
and understand our own woman
can we identify every own man
rather than being objectified
by this object in our minds
OF the object of a woman
IN the object of a woman
Lest our minds sometimes get so clouded
we go find our own woman
in every own man
and at the end of every ‘Man’ failure
we lose more of our own woman
So, it hurts a woman
to know that a woman
cannot sometimes find her own woman
as she struggles to be the virtuous woman
to the World!
Literally speaking
Only in my God given own woman
can i be a
Woman of God
woman to my man
mother to my younger men and women
daughter to my older men and women
sister to my family men and women
Friend to my fellow men and women
and a heroine to ALL men and women
That’s why, being in my own woman
Learning about my own woman
I urge every woman
To Own Your Own Woman!
