POEM OF THE MONTH BY MR U.I...

POEM OF THE MONTH BY MR. U.I...

WOMEN OR...

I love My women simple,

Mostly if blessed with dimples.

I love them with gap teeth,

Cos that's beauty you can't shift or fix.

I appreciate them raw,

When not defined by odd color dyes.

I admire them refined,

When transformed in the mind.

But My Women have become dolls

Pancake heavily dabbed on face for blush.

Charcoal lines replacing hairs above eyes.

Lashes the size of porcupine spikes.

Nails filed to a falcon's talons.

I wish they stay Women and not Witches.

Faces now Da Vinci's canvas,

Painted like a rainbow in contrast.

'Morphosis from Beauty to Beast.

Are they still Our Women or...

Have they become their own Demons?

Written by

Ubong "U and I" Inyang.