I Call Her Woman

She gave life. She is a wife.

She is a mother and she is a friend.

She is a sister and a survivor to the end.

Appreciate her, we don't dare.

Ask her worries, we don't care.

Wipe away her tears, they are invisible as air.

She works, cooks and clean.

She laughs, helps comfort, and hides her pain.

When you struggle, she pulls you through.

All this is she and what do we do?

Complain and create a mess.

Provide stress and leave her feeling depressed.

Push her away and ignore her advice.

Tell her she is nothing without thinking twice.

She swallows her pride, put her feelings aside.

Does as you need in order you to be free.

Ignore your ignorance and tolerate your flaws.

You call her bitch, slut, hoe and tramp.

She answers with pride, dignity and a complete loss of self.

I call her strong, smart, sensual, caring, giving,surviving, tolerant and powerful.

I CALL HER WOMAN....