Poem: The Woman’s Language – By Theodora Oyani

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The Woman’s language is Harsh.

Critical. Unclearly Straightforward.
Amusingly Amazing and Sufficiently
Bitter.
 
The Woman’s language is a dog –
Loyally Unchanging. It’s a cat –
Swiftly Irreplaceable.
The Woman’s language is Sweet
to the ear and Bitter to the tongue.
 
The Woman’s language is Together.
Unified. Divine. Painfully Subtle.
Unnecessarily Delirious. Bizarrely
Uplifting.
 
The Woman’s language is Comforting
to the Soul. Danceable. Cordial. Intimate.
Solemn. Refined.
 
The Woman’s language is Imploratory.
Impossible. Irrelevant. The Woman’s
language is Spanish. Ibo. Yoruba. Haba.
The Woman’s language is You.


Theodora, 16, is a young poet, she writes from Middlesbrough, UK. Email: imueti89@gmail.com


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