The Joy Of Being A Woman Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

The joy of being a woman lies
In being a woman that sees tomorrow,
The motherhood experience of a woman
Lies in the experience of being a woman;
Holding that which makes you a woman.


The rememberance of labour at the theatre
Elude the fear of bringing a new life,
God created forgetfulness because of labour pains
But the joy of a woman is to carry her baby and,
Look into his eyes and see her eyes smiling in his.


The pain of a woman lies in not been a woman;
Not being able to experience the joy of motherhood,
And bearing a child whose dimples send your feet
Swinging to his call of a breast milk,
A woman is woman when she had gone there where pains calls on a thousand masquarades to torment her.


The joy of a woman lies in being a woman
Whose husband can hold tight and introduce to friends,
The joy of a woman is the experience of motherhood;
The pain comes and go but the joy reminds.


The joy of a woman lies in being a woman
Whose husband could cuddle into his arms and smile,
Tell her a thounsand stories that reflects her nature;
Tell me a woman with joy and I will tell you many men behind those joy that deepen the skull of their souls.


Some men deflower the joy of womanhood,
Some men plant the voice of a woman but,
The joy that exist in a woman lies in her man
And her children holding her beads in unison.
And running here and there calling her Nnem.