It will be Falsehood in Statue and Unethical to Existence if I Affirm or Say I Never Crave Continuously for Some paltry time at least with this Nice Creature Decorated by God, Called Woman(Nwaanyi-in Igbo), As a Matter of Fact, I, INNOCENT David, as well as every other Masculine born by Human, living in a Soul and Supported by a Spirit Teeter Emotions Towards This Opposite Creature Both Intentionally or Coincidentally, in Partial-Full-time fulfillment of The Requirements Made by Nature, Existence and Our invaluable Creator Residing in Heaven.
But then, After Craving What’s Left for Human?
Regarding to the Gift of our Creator to Mankind to Establish and Revitalize Support and Strength to Womanhood.
THE INEVITABLE TRIBUTARY PROSE
IF I Was a Woman Born in this Era, I will realize that I Want Equity at all Fronts as Battled, Thus, I’ll Struggle Passionately for Stability and Diversity in Thoughts and in Action I Impose on my Self.
But then, I’m not a Woman
If I was a Woman, I’ll Realize I didn’t contribute anyway as a Feminine to The Historical Scripts of Discoveries that Sprang Virtues in Sciences and Geographical Discoveries Due to being pocketed by This Preference. I’ll want to Make my Own History and Push my Feminism to meet up my Passion and Existential Quest.
But then, I’m not looking like a woman
If I was an African Woman, I’d perceive the weaknesses that surrounds my Hood, I won’t Enjoy Or Clamor in Irrelevant Discussion of Little parcels Pushed to you for A Continual token, I’ll want to Take a Place in Strength, I’ll Understand What Respect in Agility Entails, I’ll Table my Offer for Success to Outshine my Competitors.
But then, I am not in Womanhood
If I was an African Woman, I’ll Ask, where is those Equations that Resolve me to Smiling for Paltry Sums?, I’ll ask, how did I Settle for unproductivity? How do I have no place many a times? Why do I Stay without Activity? Why am I the Recruit in Impoverished scale? Why am I the Ranked the villain in unproductive Actions?
But then I have said it I am not a woman
If I was a Feminine by Gender, I’d look up to my History and Scream, what did I clamor for? Are my Physical Attributes my Valued-Summary?, I’d Whisper to my Admirer …..Aside from gloomy times how important am I to you, Tell me I won’t be Hurt?……
I’ll Make a Literal Bed, I’ll Ink my Career and define my thoughts. I’ll Heighten my Quest!.
But then, I’m not a Woman
If I was a Woman, I’d say Vanity upon Vanity. Value upon Value, Creativity upon Creativity, and Quest upon Quest All is Action.
Sadly, I’m not Feminine by Gender
If I was a African Woman, I will Understand my Worth, I will write my Names on The sands of time, I will Give my all in Holding Keys to Unlock Creativity, so when he comes, he buys into my Gold and trample in Wisdom. So, when he comes, he Understands that I mean An Arabian Wealth, This is the Dream. At the End Unity stays.
But if he fails to realize this, He throws me away when he fails to find ink in my tube for my Physical Attributes as I always present.
But then, I am not a woman
In Reasoning African Women Stage for Less, they Hardly Fight for their Future, they squeeze around for Paltry Sums forgetting they have a Time in Success. In a digital World, where A Lot is made Available and Exploitation Generates Productivity they are Scavenged and Maliciously Hyped for another Meal.
Regrettably then, I am David and not a woman
If I was a Woman, I’ll Be submissive to Him, but then, what did you submit?
You are being submissive Regularly on an Unproductive Note, you Submit filthy Papers and he Scores you Zero!.
Remember I Am not a Woman
African Women, Have a long way to Grow, Stand by the Night, Stay in Humid Areas, Flatter in Cowardice, Slam in a Rocky Table, and Kick on a Hard Part. A future is presented to you. An intellectual Front and Back might Matter, but A Time is meant for you to write your Own History.
But then I am INNOCENT David I am not a woman
A Mid-Night Sober Reflection
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