Mom said

In a deep voice, I heard her speak
son, respect a woman...a woman
young, old, midwife, single or schoolgirls
for life is in their hands.

She ain't a victim of exploitation
neither ATM slot to discard cards
but a gold-mine of treasures
for legends lies in their wombs

Blessings are in their mouths, my son
so do curses
worse are their laments on you
for angels watches their tears day and night.
so son respect a woman.

They have golden hearts, so precious son,
the origin of their love, Oh! Son, true love
and their joy is a robust bolster
the secret of every successful man.

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poem by Fate Mcfate
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