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Reflections of my self, my being, my person, my soul, Forever replayed, reshown, redone, reinacted For the fact is The strength that settles in my palms is ignited by the ignorance of man. Oh man oh man how corrupt and vile does your mind be Calculating and engineering plans and strategies That will never leave your mind, Free To be or not to be A mockerey Of your confused biology, which hysterically Questions your existence. A gift so great, Yet bronzed with your persistence to query the beauty I have given you, Which is life! Behind every man is a woman who loves and sacrifices their own needs and Necessities for happiness, Clarity and justice. A dancing cherubim dancing elegantly like a warm summer ray from your childhood Window. Revitilises, Re-energises, Re-grows, The root of your soul As if the buds of may. Honey toned, chocolate foamed Milky light, All pleasures for your delight. Spread on to one body of immaculate perfection Formed from Aphrodite's tears. But the woman, The woman possesses such omnipotent spiritual clasp on nature That if she was to know, Overstand Or Even accept a miniscule quantity of this knowledge Then-man-would-be-woman. To trap and encase a man like a rodent Is to burn a ring of fire around his finger that leads life to his heart, Where it beats impatiently to the tune of the womans song. Skin soft, eyes lost Sight of who I am, Many different descriptions -although similar- still not the same, But am I really to blame? For the insecurities that you have belittled on me. For my hair is long, Then short, Then short, Then none. My skin dark, Then light, Then light, But not right A constant fight, A battle to aim for the right kind of existence but even still I Exist! And realise whatever you insist, still I Exist, Which is that gift that i hold in my being here, Looking there At my elegant stare,, Which i dare To offend the image, which you have sought to be womanly. No longer do I fear my image As it is a powerful icon of modern day life To withstand the turbulent stresses and grind of strife To help a man. To have. A happy. WIFE!
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
justin-chinyere
The Power of a Woman
Reflections of my self, my being, my person, my soul, Forever replayed, reshown, redone, reinacted For the fact is The strength that settles in my palms is ignited by the ignorance of man. Oh man oh man how corrupt and vile does your mind be Calculating and engineering plans and strategies That will never leave your mind, Free To be or not to be A mockerey Of your confused biology, which hysterically Questions your existence. A gift so great, Yet bronzed with your persistence to query the beauty I have given you, Which is life! Behind every man is a woman who loves and sacrifices their own needs and Necessities for happiness, Clarity and justice. A dancing cherubim dancing elegantly like a warm summer ray from your childhood Window. Revitilises, Re-energises, Re-grows, The root of your soul As if the buds of may. Honey toned, chocolate foamed Milky light, All pleasures for your delight. Spread on to one body of immaculate perfection Formed from Aphrodite's tears. But the woman, The woman possesses such omnipotent spiritual clasp on nature That if she was to know, Overstand Or Even accept a miniscule quantity of this knowledge Then-man-would-be-woman. To trap and encase a man like a rodent Is to burn a ring of fire around his finger that leads life to his heart, Where it beats impatiently to the tune of the womans song. Skin soft, eyes lost Sight of who I am, Many different descriptions -although similar- still not the same, But am I really to blame? For the insecurities that you have belittled on me. For my hair is long, Then short, Then short, Then none. My skin dark, Then light, Then light, But not right A constant fight, A battle to aim for the right kind of existence but even still I Exist! And realise whatever you insist, still I Exist, Which is that gift that i hold in my being here, Looking there At my elegant stare,, Which i dare To offend the image, which you have sought to be womanly. No longer do I fear my image As it is a powerful icon of modern day life To withstand the turbulent stresses and grind of strife To help a man. To have. A happy. WIFE!
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