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To A WOman ✍🏾



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.
In all, she's STRENGTH, ENDURANCE, and SOLIDITY.
She's a WOman!
Happy International Women's Day to all the amazing women out there.
You are celebrated, now and always.


 

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