Man, fear no strength,
But a woman's weakness.
Look! There is such sweet danger:
You have escaped out of battle,
But not from her bed.
The words of her lips are like a drawn sword.
You fall on her laps and you too
Become one of her conquered conquerors in bed.
Man, fear no death,
But a woman's grave.
Look! There is no grave for you anywhere.
Your grave is that bed on which you commit
Adultery or fornication with her.
Some think a man is dead
When that man shows no visible sign of being alive.
No!
Death is being in existence with dead dreams.
Some also think a man's grave
Is a deep pit in the earth.
No!
It is that hole in a woman's body.
Many men dig their graves
With their sexual organs
Long before the shovel is put to use.
Man, doubt no light,
But a woman's smile.
Her smile is an unreliable drawing of the shape of her heart.
Her kiss is not always a sign of love.
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Author:
Isaiah Ogedegbe (
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- Published: July 18th, 2025 13:12
- Comment from author about the poem: True to the words of King Duncan in William Shakespeare's Macbeth which say that "There is no art to find the mind's construction in the face", this poem is a stark reminder of the fickleness of womanhood and the devastating consequences of sexual sins.
- Category: Reflection
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