Love this girl child:
Give her pencil to draw this world aright!
Not uncle’s pen to rewrite her world
With pain of pedophile
Love this stranded woman:
She’s a bleeding sand in a sex bag!
Her life’s a necklace on divorce’s neck,
Don’t demand her slit before employment!
Love your pregnant wife:
Join hands with hers in the kitchen!
Kiss her belly for carrying your nations:
Not with punches, the gifts of tattooed scars.
Love their career wings as yours:
Let them fly high on the patriarchal skies!
Let them sing promotions like the male birds,
Don’t limit their soaring with glass ceiling!
Let’s love these descendants of Eve:
The weaker replicas of our dear bones
They make our social garden lively fruitful
They are our helpers, but never our ladders!
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi
Photo credit: stock-adobe
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