They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But they went home.
They said my home was licking clean,
no word I spoke was mean,
I had an air for my mystery,
But they went home.
My praises were on all men's lips,
They liked my smile, my weight, my hips,
They would spend a night or two or three
But... they went home.
Even with those lines she would still be half impressed
Owaaye.. Tomanya. kiyinza okwatayo
Good flow - dark writing style. Keep it up! I'll be posting some of my own work soon, feel free to have a look. @imagendevoz
fantastic poetry