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I wish I could see her,
Tell her is not her fault.
That she is not a failure.
That she unlike most of us was given that opportunity
To conceal her doubt.
But she wasn’t looking!
She didn’t pay attention to what she woke up screaming about,
When the baby woke up wailing.
A woman’s hands are not to serve man,
And make best, they are to look graceful, be helpful,
Turn the world and carry the future.
But it’s sad to say the world’s liberated women aren’t liberated at all,
We talk about it too much.
We have the same speech.
We are divided into 2… the takers and the tooken.
When is it better to love a man?
When he’s in success, buys, brings and flies high.
NO! When he’s down on his knees, has nothing
And the world has whipped him so.
When you measure him, measure him right,
But when you do,
Don’t take in account the hills and valleys he’s come through.
My finger is delegated to this pause button,
When I take a breathe, exhaling an idea
Quick, I try to breathe in this inspiration
I see as a foggy mist in front of my nose.

Gino Obuseng