She’s all Woman

There she stands
Mostly in silhouette
Teeth glittering through

From a face aglow
With contentment

She’s all woman
And glad to be
No apologies

Yet she stands
Head tossed back In a stance of desire
Bosoms perked – Up
Proudly defiant of a world
Mesmerized

Still she stands
The Eve of Adam happy and content
She is the nurturer Who must herself be Nurtured

With the peace and tranquility
Of the one who says
I love you

She’s all woman
Saying nothing while her silence says+
Everything

Dora Obi Chizea
2008

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Every time I write a poem, it is grounded in the resonance of the Talking Drums of Mother Africa. That’s my root.
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