An Ode To The Modern Woman
By Oreoluwa Ojo
An Ode To The Modern Woman
She is the true definition of beauty
She who was born in the year of the Rabbit
Her mind is as sharp as a Marksman’s aim
Her wit and intellect, a wonder to many
She sways her wide hips left and right
She carries her stature like the Queen of Sheba
Her smile is wide and flashy
Her teeth shine like the burnished gold of the South
She walks like the wind on a cool summer eve
She sits pretty like a rainbow after a warm shower
Her voice carries and echoes melodiously
Her lips are like honey, sweet and ripe
She dips her hands in water and oil
She kneads and strains and splays and flays
Her palms are filled with delicious treats
Her back curves outwards with the weight of her offspring
She is not afraid to be alone
She wraps her being around her like a cloak
Her bank accounts are full to bursting
Her pockets clink and tinkle with every step
She carries her head high and erect
She guards her heart like treasures in a museum
Her heart beats like a drum
Her head rings like a bell
She craves the company of a fellow
She yearns for the warmth of an embrace
Her arms are wide and open
Her eyes are bright and searching
Yet
She is decisive and she will not settle.