Song Of A Maiden -By John Chizoba Vincent
My mother is not at home
Push me not to the corner,
Take not my golden flower
Its for my husband to behold.
Let me not tell this tale
To those that will laugh
Hide me in my own pride
For future may rest greatly
Let me write not of pains
Or of a beast among beauty
When tomorrow comes joyfully,
Trade gentily with my body.
Don't write sorrow and run
my temple is not for blemish,
To the legs of the earth orbit
Beat not my dignity before time.
With the eyes of my tears
Behold my innocence crying
If you have to write with ink
Write what men will behold.
Touch me not my temple again
Mother is not at home to see us
Father has gone to the market
Only me can not hold this madness.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
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