She is beautiful, that’s true.
With bright eyes and full lips, long neck and sleek hair
Her skin smooth like polished wood
Her smile so charming, it makes your heart melt
She is indecent, that’s true
With bare cleavage and exposed crack, lost morals and obvious thighs
Her nipples firm like cashew seeds
Her curves so alluring, it makes your organs quake
She is bucolic, that’s true
With unkempt hair and wet nostrils, poor diction and low esteem
Her naiveties sure like a Tyson punch
Her vulnerability so high, it makes your libido rise
She is infantile, that’s true
With small arms and feeble feet, faint voice and little strength
Her innocence real like midday sun
Her body so pristine, it makes your vanity swell
But you are a man, and that too is true
With open eyes and closed zippers, straight feet and tamed desires
Your sanity assumed by passers-by
Your body so restrained, your dignity assured
There’ll never be a worthy cause to look on a woman and exert force
To pierce her garment or hold her throat, or lay her down against her will
No matter who or how she appears
To rape is evil, my friend, rather die.
Sanmi Abiodun – 2016