Women and their contoured body,
Some hide it,
Some have no choice.
Skin exposed to the
Beat of the elements,
the same wrapped in
ceremonial drapes
in another culture.
Women stop not,
stumble not,
for anything…
The finery, their ornaments,
the neck kada,
to an urban tribal
just might be style
for a while,
but for those women
out there…
They carry it with pride,
these ensembles speak
of their identity, their strife,
their joys, resentments and victory.
With all of these metals on,
like a bandit queen in full armour,
they have made love,
may be to one,
may be to all of those,
who have admired them.
The pungent small of laborious body odour,
the fragrance of wild flowers, soil and weeds…
a perfume shop in its raw essence..
Belief and beauty,
is there in every human being…
be it sleeping beauty or
beauty and the beast.