She gave life. She is a wife.
She is a mother and she is a friend.
She is a sister, a survivor ’til 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 cleans.
She laughs, helps comfort, and hides her pain.
When you struggle, she pulls you through.
All this is her, 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 for you to be free.
Ignores your ignorance and tolerates your flaws.
You call her names, but
She answers with pride, dignity, and a complete loss of self.
You call her nothing.
I call her Strong, Smart, Sensual, Caring, Giving, Surviving, Tolerant and powerful.
I call her WOMAN!
“If you can’t go back to your mother’s womb, you’d better learn to be a good fighter.”
― Anchee Min,