Is this woman you?
Well, I came across this poem and I have kept reading and re-reading it coz it’s quite an interesting one. Interesting because I don’t know why….maybe after you read it you’ll know why it’s somewhat interesting to every woman. It’s a poem that I definately had to share with you. Here, have a read:
Lord, my woman is talking
Give me four ears to hear her…
Lord my woman is talking and speaking
Give me six ears to listen to her…
Lord my woman is talking and speaking and saying things
Give me eight ears to understand her…
Give me more ears Lord.
She is saying this and that, that and this…
That I this and that she that.
Blah, blah, blah, my woman’s bleating.
Lord, she is saying that in 2004, January 4th, in the morning, at 9:30, I…
Lord, how does the morn of early 2004 matter today?
She is saying that I don’t listen, never give her an ear…
Lord, add me ears I share with my woman in coming years!
Lord, my woman is speaking in tongues
About hair and love, pink and lollipop, black and forest, ooh and aah;
My woman, she says Tina is a bitch and Ali is a bitch and I bitch and…
Oh Lord, more ears please: my woman is bitching!
Lord lend me ten, twenty, thirty, hundred ears
(or cut off my woman’s tongues)
Quickly M’Lord, because my woman just called to say…
We need to TALK!
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See why me thinks it’s an interesting read? Particularly the part that says: “Lord, she is saying that in 2004, January 4th, in the morning, at 9:30, I…”
Hmmmm…, I think that is so on-point! #speakingformyselfwhohasasuperphotogenicmemory
Naturally, the poem has been authored by a man. I wonder, does this man capture a common trait of we women, or is he just exaggerating how we converse with our men? Because the way he has put it, it appears as though some women can literally talk their men to their graves? Wooiii!
hahahahaaaaa…..very hilarious …
hehhehehe.. i am laughing coz if my hubby read this, he would LOVE you… seriously. See when we get home, Renee and i just talk… we talk and talk and sing a little, then talk again. Hubby just wants to sit and relax but Renee and I have to talk,… and we talk to him… before we know it, we r sitting next to him, touching his computer asking him why the cursor is not blinking and other many irrelevant questions.
Last weekend i was away for work and Renee had been deported to Mums… Hubby said he had the best Sunday in his life… sent me a text saying ‘DSTV-check, egg – check, Mum & Renee – Uncheck’ …
GOSH!!
@Miss Babes, if after a hard days’ work you and baby gal are all over me yap yap yapping about why the cursor isn’t blinking (surely) and other irrelevant questions, even me i’ll un-check you pap!
Maryanne…you should have seen the performance at Nakuru Players Theatre! What amazes me most is that ladies seem to love the poem equally as men. Though composed by a man, it is informed by my lady-friends’ idea of reality as the spoken word. Am glad u shared it here…and the cartoon really expresses why we (men) are praying hard for creator’s intervention. Lol! 😉
Beautiful poem and so on point.
Well in that case my hubby is yet to ask for more ears wait till our daughters grow up n begin speaking
@O.M good poem! @Dorcas your hubby sure will need more of them ears because a combination of you and your twin daughters waaah!