Woman -A Poem

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    Woman -A PoemTo the bearer of nations, it is you I call,

    The last of the creator’s creations, it is you I call,

    To you whose weakness, falls the strength of nations, it is you I call,

    To the foundations of generations, it is you I call,

    Oh how wonderfully and fearfully you are made,

    Your beauty traverses and transcends boundaries,

    To those who knew, you are called woman,

    Woe-be-the man that despises you,

    To you whose flaw, flaws the flawless,

    Weapons of war could not bring you down

    Samson, the strength of the world, was a molehill before thee,

    Solomon, the wisdom of the world, was a folly before thee,

    David, the king of the world, to thee has fallen,

    The light cum the darkness of the world,

    I do not eulogise thee, but idolise thee,

    To ye that is the descendent of Eve,

    Lonely could have being the name of the world without thee.

    A Ghanaian, currently with the Prestigious Ghana Institute of Journalism studying for a B.A Degree in Communications (Journalism option). I love reading, watching football and at most times, blogging. Basically, I devote a chunk of my leisure time working on and perfecting my writing career. It's my dream to become a renowned Journalist, Lawyer and Author.

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