Precious Okidika

(27-04-88 / Port harcourt, Nigeria.)

Me And Women


I am not a man of many women

Neither am i a man of few.

I have had me some pretty women,

Either one or two.

If a man was judged the the number of his women

I will be counted among lesser men.

But if a woman is judged alone,

By the content of her character and person,

Then i havd had me some good women.

The kind most men can only dream.


I am not a perfect man,

Neither strive i to be one.

It is my predicament though,

That women seek not men like me.

Neither seek i, women who

Do not know that man cannot be perfectly true.

I am not a man of many women,

At least not many that amounts nought.

I seek me one amongst the lot,

Not perfect, but whom i can boast of her worth.

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 04, 2013

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