The real woman

Look for that real woman,
so beautiful as was made,
so shiny just like the stars of the night,
so original not like the picture woman.

I call them real for they;
know's their worth,
i call them real 'cos they respect,
even the last breath of their nostri.
I do call them real 'cos they are always proud of being a woman even in the den of men.

Not just a make-up-mask wearing woman,
but a woman of virtuous and dignity,
so strong and brilliant,
not even shieveried by the voice of the day nor the terror in the night.
Call them the real woman,
and they will keep being for real.

poem by Ogbonna Chinemerem
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