The Joy of Being a Woman

The joy of being a woman lies In being a woman that sees tomorrow, The motherhood experience of a woman Lies in the experience of being a woman; Holding that which makes you a woman. The rememberance of labour at the theatre Elude the fear of bringing a new life, God created forgetfulness because of labour pains But the joy of a woman is to carry her baby and, Look into his eyes and see her eyes smiling in his. The pain of a woman lies in not been a woman; Not being able to experience the joy of motherhood, And bearing a child whose dimples send your feet Swinging to his call of a breast milk, A woman is woman when she had gone there where pains calls on a thousand masquarades to torment her. The joy of a woman lies in being a woman Whose husband can hold tight and introduce to friends, The joy of a woman is the experience of motherhood; The pain comes and go but the joy reminds. The joy of a woman lies in being a woman Whose husband could cuddle into his arms and smile, Tell her a thounsand stories that reflects her nature; Tell me a woman with joy and I will tell you many men behind those joy that deepen the skull of their souls. Some men deflower the joy of womanhood, Some men plant the voice of a woman but, The joy that exist in a woman lies in her man And her children holding her beads in unison. And running here and there calling her Nnem.