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I’M A LADY
You treat me as the scorn of the
society,
society,
Call me the dispensable asset,
Toyed with my personality and
virtue.
virtue.
Tagged me the error of the family.
Distributed my honour amongst the
opposite sex,
opposite sex,
Dressed me in chiffon and lace
For a marriage without my opinion.
You kill my zeal with sheer
tradition.
tradition.
I’m a girl, a lady, a wife and a
woman
woman
The only one whose belly birth’s
life.
life.
The epitome of beauty and
creativity,
creativity,
I’m the creator of sweet haven.
Talk to me as a queen in her palace,
Honour and protect my delicate
skin,
skin,
Let my heart pick its art and
delicacies.
delicacies.
Give ear to my words with
equality.
equality.
written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com
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