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Her spec Is without a spare She multitasks With little or no one to ask Her source of strength A Pandora to many at length It must have taken the Creator His ego To achieve this specie so superior, A total warrior She's a Goddess That sprout forth kindness. Her meekness Is never her weakness. A Queen in my kingdom, A solace in my days of desolation and boredom. From the shrubs path she sojourned She draws strength To inspire Her kind to make an empire. She's the hope for her offspring Like a turban on the head of the Arab Prince Her sapience is of the Lord An icing to the nerds of this world She's the key to a flourished home, An ikon of her generations. She's a vessel, A vessel that bears the passage to the life of the mortals. Her attributes Speaks more of her aptitudes The same way she contributes. She's a woman, The WOmb carries Kings, Rulers, and even the Lords of these Kingdoms. She's the earth, In doubt? Ask the pot that bears generations in her belly. I