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.
What if you could forget, forget all the bad days. All those bad decisions. All the things you wish you could be able to erase, would you be able to do it? Would you be willing to erase what made you stronger. What made you a fighter. What are you willing to lose in order to forget those moments.
I know the world is going through a lot right now I know that sometimes we feel like giving up It feels like you carry the weight of the world on one shoulder The world is sure in a mess right now But you’re not alone, nobody has to be We’re all in this together, For the weight we should’ve carried is love And every one is a fighter I believe So rise up Together
When I pronounce my fears or when I shed silent tears? When I float in my passion or when I calaculate my every action? When I naysay to unease or when I offer my every piece? When I dance like no one's there or when I be conscious of my way? When I'm that benevolent fighter or when I'm the aloof spectator? So tell me, when am I my better version? When would you think of me as a better version?