Our Worth

Our Worth

The voluminous die-hard-work

The female goes through 

I can't bear it I would say 

Is it that softest heart

That falls in love,

When frail, shatters like glass 

Or is it that love of money

That buys their selfish pride

Oh those material things

Just isn't enough!

Is it the  payback time

That will be paid back?

Oh please!

Sound a wake up call!

It's high time we knew our worth!

    

Who are the embodiments of the world?

Simply women, Don't you think?

They have to selflessly bear another entity's name

Oh no!

Their body isn't theirs anymore!

Those trying times!

The joy of motherhood!

The sleepless nights!

The tiring days!

They truly are a unique being 

I do really salute them 

But please sound a wake up call 

We do have to know our worth 

  Life must be funny really

To think that all this

Might be for nothing 

The crawler was fed 

Nurtured, Grown to age

And the youthful exuberance

Makes few

Or is it some 

who forget their source 

While some are truly the mirror 

Of the refection of their source 

What happens to those words fed to them?

Are they forgotten?

What happens to those sleepless night of talk?

Are they for nothing?

Some brings tears to their

Source 

The good child is for the father

So they say

The bad one is for the mother

So they claim 

All this comes down to women

To either make or mar a child 

Let a wake up call be sound 

Please, we have to know our worth

   

Who cares what the world says

I own my pride

I selfishly protect it

Call me stingy 

It's my business not yours

Who needs those trousers

To promise me the world 

Though I must confess

It's not easy but it's mine

And it's mine alone to protect 

I really can't be duped of it

Those lying tongues of theirs

Works their trick on some

Not me, says a pure girl 

It's a good thing

That should be imbibed by all

But tell them this

Trust me

You will blame yourself for it

Oh wait!

Some thing tells me

It's not all 

Just sound a wake up call

And they will know their worth 

 Let those at home tell the farmer

Let the farmer know 

And tell the traveller

Just at least make sure it all goes round to all ladies

In the world

That beauty is not in the eyes of the beholder anymore

It's in you

You are who you say you are

I will say;

Don't be deceived 

Sound a wake up call

And surely they will know their worth 

 I blame not

The prodigal girl 

That wanders 

Just tell her it time to go back home 

It's getting too late

The materialistic woorld we are in now is all but nothing 

We are not some dumped tissue 

Used and forgotten 

Nor are we a used cloth 

Turned to rag

We matter for those that know our worth 

And for those that do not

A second is too much

To spend with them

Our worth can't be compared with Silver or Gold

Nor with Jade and Platinum combined 

We are Unique !

We are Special !

We are Exceptional!

And we are to be handled with Care

And trust me

We can be quite a Catch

If and only if

You know our Worth

I  have sounded a wake up call 

It's high time we knew 

Our worth 

Ogunleye Abiola Oluwakemi 

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