Scent of a Woman
There lives a woman
In a village of the West
Besides where lake amazes
Where torrents do crashes
Her tender hand waves the maize
To buy or eat and free your hunger
By her side lays her kits
The woods, the coals, the matches
In her eyes lives the kindness
Happy, her hut waits on her baby
The one the maize will make a maid
But the passersby, is a man of leisure
He trots, bluffs, and clutches her maize
In happiness, she gave her grace
But the man is but a load of blades
Her lace, he grooved and bolted like mice
To the runner of her treasure
Sad, the woman besides the lake
She’ll grunt, smiles and squirms!
Until her curse arrests the swine.
Copyright © Abimbola Mosobalaje Davis | Year Posted 2015
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