I know a woman
I know a woman
She will not bend or bow
She calls it liberation,
As against the sobriety expected from her species
A woman so loud and boisterous
Calling her hubby a fool in arrogance
Who would listen to no man or women like her
I know one, who fights in the street to the shame of her kind,
Avoided by decent watcher
I know a rude woman,
A presumptuous fellow,
A shameless talkative,
A street fighter,
A liar too
One on whose face there is an epitaph or calligraphy
Rude
Don’t go near her
I know the woman
A next-door neighbor
I know her by character
I care not for the name
poem by Macaulay Akinbami
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