Her hands are delicate from the burden she carries, The lines seen on her palms trace journeys her ancestors traveled for her to be here today, Her fingers grasp the pen firmly as she strokes a new narrative into existence, Rings sparkle in the light with each motion as a symbol of sovereignty and culture, Mehndi celebrates her heritage in a bashful pursuit for representation, A female successor in the works, Breaking the norms and defining her identity one step at a time.
Women are very strong and powerful No one can convince or confuse me to think otherwise
I think Nature is not very nice to her When she chooses to not fertilize her eggs, she goes through pain every month When she fertilizes her eggs, she has to deal with changes in her body for nine months. And then, childbirth pain.
Even the society is not very nice to her If she's qualified for the job, give her an equal chance And pay her what she truly deserves Also recognize her for her hardwork But we know that's not how it goes
Against all odds, she still stands strong Lots of accomplishments in this world wouldn't have been possible without her Without her, the entire society will fall to the ground
Let's give her the respect and credit she deserves.
i like stories of fiercely feral girls who tear from the womb short-tempered and clench-****** bawling tantrums with red faces hungry like black holes starving to scratch, and bite, and scream to shake the world for not being their own who have not yet been carved hollow of their rage for a lady does not roar
i like stories of girls who will never be tamed never give up their fire because it hurts who fight unto their final breath and spit into the face of death
(girls who are stronger than me).
If you want to read about angry murderous girls, I highly recommend the novels The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang, And I Darken by Kiersten White, and Red Sister by Mark Lawrence. And if you want to understand female anger, read Rage Becomes Her by Soraya Chemaly.
As the bride cries before the wedding so much, the groom many years later, as such. Better asking twice before loosing at once, male river water feeding ocean female eloquence. That sea of motions influences the river, spawning spores and the flow to deliver. The pleasing role to submit by natures order, to keep motions of water in needed boarder. Delta downstream where the sweet meets the salty bitter, male and female twilight dance and glitter. Tides of ******* circles turning to heat, forces of spirit matter and its sublimity beat. Adams rip taken to draw the new moon, creation that flows through the female cocoon. The silver cup with little golden eggs, weaving heavens scent into gentle heads. Natures diplomatic respected fire, kindled by admiration from mountain higher. To discover the heart is the greatest initiation, life is time and death is its dividing appreciation.
Let me handle, said the man; Detailed everything, but the woman. I did everything, said the man; Without hesitation clapped the woman. In front; I will be, said the man; Praised actual, but was the woman. Wasn’t it just another rumor by man; All did but unknown, the woman. May be that’s why there’s no more green but sand; Cause motherhood only defined the woman.
Dedicated to all woman out there, mostly housewives.