we men wonder where their secret lies
in their beautiful eyes
or curl of their lips
or maybe reach of their arms
i think its in the stride of their steps
because as they walk into a room filled with men
even the mighty starts to tremble
the tall ones fall to their knees
and the brave fall to their feets
the professional swing of her waist
gets our tongue wagging
we wonder what we see in them
we've tried so much
but we can't see beyond the beauty
even as they try to show us
we still can't see
the pain behind the laughter
the tears behind those smiles
the thorn beneath the heels
the scar under the braid
and the bruises behind the make up
yet they still fight like the world is a battlefield
they work like they were men
love like they were babies
they have the gentility of a dove and the might of a lion
they wipe tears but their’s never get wiped
they face everyone's problems no one knows when they have theirs
they get broken still they don't break
and yet we never see them fall apart
it's in the tenderness of their skins
warmth of their hugs
love from their kisses
prayers from their lips
meals from their pots
our survival lies.
if asked who my favourite superhero was
i would say a woman...
Abdul-Hakeem Atanda
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