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

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+

Dora Obi Chizea

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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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Dora Obi Chizea