Women

Women -

The special scribed word

In paradigm's of thy's

You are tender

In nature,

Men with womb

Soft as soft as

The petals of rose,

Pretend to be equal to men

But far superior then men,

Date's back to yours origin,

Is the seeds first or the tree?

A matter of all times conflict,

Yes! You, no doubt, the tree of a fertile earth,

Who just knows only giving,

What ever you get you return it,

In enlarged form

Just simple multiplication of all odds to even plus numbers,

It's thy's

The bliss eve to write paradigm's,

Men gives you, a drop of sperm,

You gives him a new hope of baby,

If men gives a house,

You gave him

A sweet home of Eden,

If a men gives you grocery,

You gave him a full time meal,

Even for just a simple smile you gave

Him

Your's precious heart,

If one gives you any crap in any form,

Never hesitate to give

Tons of shit

You,

The lively orange colored fruit in the hands of men on

earth,

Nothing else then

The divine bliss ,

A special scribed word of thy's dictionary.