Bitter Sweet Poem by udoh etido

Woman of great insight;
speak words to incite;
Woman of true virtue;
dont despise noble truce.

Eyes peer in the dark;
eyes pierce lame hearts;
Woman of high intellect;
strive to know your divine place.

Let men bow;
let drums be rolled out;
A strange ascension;
engenders strange tensions.

Let her beauty shine;
let her hands tender;
Woman of virtue;
let the seas tremble.

A lonely goal;
yet you stand alone;
Fear the worst;
your ascension is lost.

For there standeth one;
with fierce guns;
to pierce through your thighs;
to scorn your might.

Let your ascension descend;
let your years be laid to rest.

Woman of virtue;
your true place is in refuge.