The ocean has no name yet demands respect
This is how I know the ocean is a woman,
majestic and alluring
yet an eerie power lies within her soul
No wonder men get lost at sea,
they dive too deep into her soul
and get drowned in the depths of her mystery
You see,
Men will never understand women
because we were never crafted to be unraveled
We are the dateline mysteries that go unsolved
The ones that still sit in police stations from a century ago
The type your eyes linger on as your brain stammers to decipher the code
The nameless ocean is like the women in history books whose credit was passed onto men
But with every male body that she washes up on land, you are reminded that she will always have the last laugh
The ocean has an essence, she exudes vengeance
Perpetual Kahindo is a third-year Political Science major. PK973548@wcupa.edu