She is…

She is a queen,
a beautiful flower in the morning,
the birds melody at dawn,
the sunset glory,
She is a beautiful lady.

She is a woman,
with ‘alittle mischevious boy’ tucked inside her,
feels great in a skirt,
but much better in cargo and Tshirt,
She is a tomboy.

She is a little girl,
can’t choose between cinderella dress and hipstar,
cant decide whether to stay or leave,
seeks certainty before making a decision,
uses the words “I think” often than “I know”,
can’t hold back her tears,
She is mummy’s little girl.

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I AM A WOMAN….Society’s Woman

I am a woman,

Society’s woman,

I choose to lead my life,

And not be dictated by the changing world!

Though fashion and events changes,

I remain with my style- conservative!

Sometimes I show alil’ cleavage,

And wear “above-the-knee” skirt,

but that’s all there is,

I still maintain my dignity!

 

I am a woman,

My children’s mirror,

They look up to me,

Wanting to model me,

In every man,there’s a piece of me.

Sometimes I get drunk and throw up,

But God knows I try-

try hard to keep the image!

 

I am a woman,

Society calls me weaker sex,

But I choose to enjoy sex,

because it’s all in the mind,

And I got the female organs.

I am not weak!!-

sexually or otherwise!

 

I am a woman,

Society chose me,

As the pillar, the coner stone,

To bring forth life,

and nurture with love and care,

To reflect human race,

As a mother,

A lady,

A daughter.

I am a woman,

A woman of society.

THE WOMAN IN ME!

It started at conception,
We had a connection,
One heart,same blood, same air.

I saw through your eyes,
Felts through your senses,
Breath the air you breath!

You gave me shelter,
You wanted the best from me,
Though sometime I fail,
You never loose hope on me!

You utilised everything within your reach,
to see me reach my goals
Though I havent reached there yet,
you believe I will!

You are not the strong woman we all may have known,
But the strength your heart holds is stronger than physical,
Because you fight to live. . .

To see your grandkids,
Wake you up in the early morning,
For some coins to buy bread or pencil or book,
To sneak in the store and bite your fruits!

You never deny them,
That’s how they put a smile on your face,
their mischieviousness!

One thing i ask though,
Is that the good Lord Keeps you long enough,
because your value is still needed,
Your wise councells are valued!

You have gone through rough,
But you always get out,
Stronger and tougher!!!
God Bless you Ma’!!