In the silence of the day and night
The hands of the clock
Tick and tock
In the busyness of time
You can tick it Tocking
It stops TOCKING to you when you are not listening

The essence
Of woman empowerment
Should not be to equip her
To compete or reach
The status of a man

It is bringing her
To the point
Where her works
Are impacting and noticeable
And ultimately
Being able to impart knowledge
To the next generation of females

I choose to be born again
To new parents
With no mutual place of coitus
Or a mortal longing to satisfy

I choose to be born again

Flowers
Fading
And wilting away
Redefining beauty
On the garden floor
As a banquet is added
To the colony
Of soil delicacies
To bring forth like beauties
In bounteous folds

Unconditional respect
For high and low profiled connections  alike Adds beauty to the world of possibilities
A butterfly was once a pupa