by Oyindamola Shoola
When your mother asks
the type of woman you want,
you say the woman of your dreams
must not have breasts like peanut.
She must have Kim K's body,
and can dance like Cardi.
She must sing like Beyonce,
and have millions coming her way.
She must have at least three degrees
yet be humble as a breeze.
She must know how to clean
and make a good meal in your kitchen.
She must want at least 5 kids
except God forbids...
Your mother sizes you up with her eyes.
Your senses make her fall short of words.
She shakes her head from side to side
"That is why she is the woman of your dreams."
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