A woman is a jewel
Fireworks, Sparks, a lovely flame
A diamond to beautify her place
Rare as topaz, a lovely gift from High
A blessing to her family, a rare gem
She multiplies in number from her thighs
Protects her own like the mother hen
Fierce in love, soft to the marrows
An attempt on her own, she explodes
A treasure that doubles at every phase
She is an asset to her family
Winding up in greatness in any way.
She is to be seen, not heard
That rule created by men to subdue her
But she will always be heard by all.
– Tonia John
