A LADY I KNOW (Poem)

I know of a lady
Beautiful, she is
Great qualities, she posesses
Kind enough to even help us
As we navigate through the day
But nay
We longer respect her
Wait
Did we even have any for her to begin with?
Mayne not
Her residence?
Shells pinned on walls,
and cases stuck on our wrists
In primitive days, she was visible
Visible through the rising, and setting of the sun
Audible, she was
As the rooster helped to announce her arrival
The woman that seemed to have no rival
Is now disregarded
Even Africans have a version of her
Shame!
Isn't she supposed to be universal?
Some compare her to money
And some say she is of the essense
But of what essence is it, I ask
If we disregard her essence?