Every Woman
Every woman has in her interior
A flower-bed in her fertile heart
That grows green and matures
For every man in moody life
To harvest the choice in awe
But there is sharp knife in hand
To cut open man’s bone heart
That in it a hut she builds stiff
To live there to serve and nurse
The vacillating mood of men
That knows no limits of action
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2021
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