Mothibe Johannes Mothapo
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Poem "Women":
- published August 14, 2009
- viewed 28 times
Other poems by Mothibe Johannes Mothapo:
»A bait of wealth, has bails out«
»Imagine«
»One more thing«
»The words of a perfectionist«
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Poem "Women":
- published August 14, 2009
- viewed 28 times
Other poems by Mothibe Johannes Mothapo:
»Women«
If objectified,
Gold, diamond and pearls are your associates.
Vocabulary,
Allure, enticing and mesmerize are the words drooling before your existence
In Aroma,
Lily flowers gazing through the sunrise, blown by the morning breeze narrate your scent.
In shape,
You are the upside of Africa during breeding and the upright during harvest.
You are pregnant with bliss and you conceive comfort
You are the surrogate of pain and the deliverance of pleasure
You are an artist by nature and a lady by possession
Entirely, you have a Mona Lisa smile, your beauty inherits Sarah Bartman and your melody resembles Mariam Makeba in concert.
You are Men's inspiration, aspirer of life and inspector of home
Like a river flowing to the ocean, fate follows you.
Unlike me, we talk about you now not then
Because you are the vice versa of wine
You are matured the day you were born and displayed since then.
Stand up, chest up! Give yourself around of applause!
Says it! Say "I am woman", say "I have cursed the world with love and cast away hatred"
Gold, diamond and pearls are your associates.
Vocabulary,
Allure, enticing and mesmerize are the words drooling before your existence
In Aroma,
Lily flowers gazing through the sunrise, blown by the morning breeze narrate your scent.
In shape,
You are the upside of Africa during breeding and the upright during harvest.
You are pregnant with bliss and you conceive comfort
You are the surrogate of pain and the deliverance of pleasure
You are an artist by nature and a lady by possession
Entirely, you have a Mona Lisa smile, your beauty inherits Sarah Bartman and your melody resembles Mariam Makeba in concert.
You are Men's inspiration, aspirer of life and inspector of home
Like a river flowing to the ocean, fate follows you.
Unlike me, we talk about you now not then
Because you are the vice versa of wine
You are matured the day you were born and displayed since then.
Stand up, chest up! Give yourself around of applause!
Says it! Say "I am woman", say "I have cursed the world with love and cast away hatred"
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