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EMERE (Daughter of the spiritual realm by Bada Yusuf Amoo)

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See her glow like a yellow moon
See beauty dinning on her flawless skin
Her straight legs caress the earth gently.

See, her pointed nose, see her luscious lips
See her succulent looking cleavages
Men neglect their doings to gaze at her!

I am a man, my eye take their share
And like a furious wind, love blows in my soul,
Setting, my heart and my body adrift!

Come, my pen, here come inspiration for poetry!

My mother saw her, she and warned me
“Love for her kind is to an early grave”
She called her Emere, Daughter of the spiritual realm.

Alas, my heart’s lost, touching her is my dream
So I asked Mother how she knows.
But, beyond words, Mother has nothing to show

Mother’s eyes bleed deep sincerity
But this lady’s body drips pure beauty
And it awakens my manhood

Come, my pen, here comes inspiration for poetry!

I rise at her sight, egoless and bold
But mother’s voice comes like a cold wind
“Girls like her are Devil’s angels.”

“He makes his quarters in all her parts
And with her kind, doom comes
With the odor of after sex”

I remember a word from the book of faith
That every part of a woman is her private part
And I fled, from her…from my Emere.

Come, my pen, here comes inspiration for poetry!

Written by: Bada Yusuf Amoo
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson