She gave us life. She will be someone’s wife. She is a girlfriend and someone’s best friend. She is a sister and a survivor to the end. When you struggle she pull you through and help you again. All of this is she 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,puts her feelings aside. Ignores your ignorance and tolerates yours flaws and takes your side. You call her nothing. She answers with pride and dignity like a champ. But I call her strong,smart,sensual caring,giving, a survivor, tolerant and powerful. I call her a Woman!
From inner room to open field, from kitchen countertop to office desk, her travails remain the same. Everyday she tells stories that draws tears from hearers’ eyes, unceasingly, stories that elicit sympathy-she relates to her listeners; beyond description account on
“O you woman! Why do you after all submit To who that ever hurts and hits, Causes you only sufferings Distresses are his offerings. And gives you nothing Except tongue-lashes And choicest accusations? What after all do you get From