She

She seems to be bright,

Having fun and delight,

But everyday she fight,

From those precarious nights,

And those starry sights.

She spreads love,

Wants to fly like dove,

But always said to cove,

From all those strangers,

And also from rangers.

She gives birth,

Everyone's source of mirth,

But have less worth,

From whom she care,

And for whom she face all dare.

She resembles beauty,

Also she is mighty,

But considered to be frighty,

From those frail men,

And people who don't have ken.