She

Just like a Phoenix,

She rises through the ashes. 

She's like the queen in chess, 

Who stands against the masses?

She crashes the glass ceiling, 

She breaks forth the walls,

Men put the hurdles, 

But it only makes her stall.

A true matriarch, 

With the kid on the back and sword in hand. 

Her glory can't be dimed,

Her name is not written on the sand.

She can hold an emotion,

Yet, flow like a brook.

She can be cunning like a vixen, 

And may trick you like a crook.

She is still an angel, 

Without any God. 

Beware, cause you, 

Don't know her wrath.

Let's talk about opportunities, 

They say, have levelled the field. 

But her eyes can find impostors, 

As the whole world turned into trickery.

Still, she smiles,

Like a million dollar worth.

Cause she knows that 

The world cannot move even a day without her.