SHALL I COMPARE YOU, WOMAN?

African woman.
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By Abigail Abby Abok

Woman,

Shall I compare you to a giant sequoia?

You are stouter and more reverent.

For trees once stood where skyscrapers now do

And winds do strip forest of tough trees.

You, most precious creature, flourish amidst the flaming fires of society's limitations,

Defy expectations

And resist the pestilence of inferior classification.

Shall I compare you to a cold glass of well-made Zobo drink in March?

Or an ocean on Atacama?

You are more nourishing and more satisfying.

The spring waters of your love nurtures nations.

You lose yourself so others can find themselves.

Because you are, humanity lives on.

Shall I compare you to the sun, moon or stars?

You are all three by yourself.

Giving life and light,

Warming and soothing hearts.

You enliven the dreary lives of men

And dazzle them with your being

You are a simple enigma.

Men can't fathom how you're soft yet strong,

Fiery yet calming.

Woman,

You're so many things.

In all your appellations;

Mother, sister, daughter, wife, lady, friend or lover,

Your incredible awesomeness is beyond words!