God created man,
The woman came out of man,
We would think it is a light thing,
But the significance is so great,
Because the woman has the advantage,
Created out of the Creation,
What a feat to attain,
She was made with features common to them alone,
Some might say they were made for man,
But I beg to differ,
And though man’s effort has been to overshadow them,
They still prove their worth unconsciously,
Man’s domination over them is just a shadow,
Another excuse to weaken them to subjection,
Yet she grows brighter and better,
I have noticed and seen quite a lot,
But the woman’s heart is so good,
Even though they try to hide this fact,
Trying to play tough,
A fragile heart they still possess,
So full of emotion,
The woman as we know her,
Radiant and beautiful,
The mother of creation,
God’s own handiwork,
A creature so full of love,
Tenderhearted and loving,
So much emotion running in her heart,
Compared to man,
The difference is clear,
I guess they are just unique,
It saddens my heart to see her losing value,
Because she does not value herself,
Probably because she does not know the value of what she has,
Even though we honour and cherish them,
We celebrate their very essence,
Yet they do not think that much of themselves,
Value struck into two,
They would rather bow to the shadow of men,
Than stand up straight,
But not all,
Some still prove their worth,
But how I wish they can all come to the consciousness of themselves,
Weaker vessels we call them,
But they are stronger than we think,
I’ll sing it on the mountaintop,
Women and their great potentials,
Such intelligence left idle,
To the women the world has ever known,
May we all live to our expectations.
That's all I have for now, thank you for your time.
