I Am A Woman

I Am A Woman short poem

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I am a Woman,
…born from the ribs of a ‘Man’;
I am a Woman,
They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’.

I am Equal of a ‘Man’,
Very early this Comparison ‘began’…
God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…
But very soon they made their ‘choice’,
to protect me from ‘Tan’…,
from sun, wind, and lust of a ‘Man’.

Daughter, Sister, Friend, Wife and ‘Gran’,
All roles, —–I adore ——–and ‘I can’;
Give birth to a ‘Man’, protect my child, and hold his ‘hand’….
Yes…all the pain, I love and I do ‘withstand’…..
Yet…always for me…its they who take a ‘Stand’.

Marry me off—–to a distant ‘land’…
This, they do as quickly as they ‘Can’.
For that’s my ‘destiny’….and they save every ‘penny’..;
to make the ceremony — very ‘grand’.

Masters of my fate…they keep changing ‘hands’…,
so I don’t return…even if it gets very ‘bland’.
I embrace every change…I learn every ‘rope’,
Responsible, capable and full of ‘hope’.

Home and outside, Land and Space…all I can ‘Man… .’
Yet those who ‘care’ …are always full of ’ scare’.
Join hands…they often do…to ‘Pry’…,
all the time…busy keeping an ‘Eye’…
And ever shouting loud,…“Ban, Ban, Ban “….

I am a Woman,
…. born from the ribs of a ‘Man’..;
I am a Woman,
They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’.

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