Village Maiden
I am a story among stories
Riddled with many victories;
I was written in a womb
Now trapped in the tomb.
My body has a voice
Blessed with poise;
Beauty held in alluring contour
That sends even gods on a sexual tour.
I am a black child dressed in grace
That reflects on my man’s face;
Reason leads me like a horse-drawn carriage
In my quest for marriage.
Copyright © Ollus Ndhom | Year Posted 2018
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