Thy Pride, O Woman!
Woman!
Woman!
Woman!
What is thy pride, O Woman? Woman,
Skeletal structure strutting our street,
Donning earthworm stringed top
And pants kissing your contours
Searching for scavenger networks
To feast on your worn-out tool
Adorned stress-ball with expensive ornament
Tired lips pouted for the daily ritual of contact
O woman of easy definition
Paramulating our vicinity
Bubble-gum barrel with the loudest noise
Clashing cymbals with no pleasant sound
Is that your dignity, O woman
Or thy pride, O feline creature Woman with no plan or goals
But to be the best bed mate Household gossip
Seasonal decoration
Nanny and young granny
Child production company
Self-made paralytic
Without a job or shop
Without a man, no hope
Is that like pride, O woman?
Or thy pride O woman
Woman,
Wife and mother
Beauty that comes from within
Radiates, illuminates
a glint of light in a dark room
The Cook
The worker,
The mother,
The wife
Yet the darling.
The vessel of honor
Instruments of peace
That troubles not the mirror
for only external looks
A handy woman who depends not only on her man for daily bread
The handle of the family's kettle
That woman of vision and passion
Fashion and action
Woman of great achievement
Is that the pride O woman?
Woman!
Woman!
What is thy pride, O Woman? Woman,
Skeletal structure strutting our street,
Donning earthworm stringed top
And pants kissing your contours
Searching for scavenger networks
To feast on your worn-out tool
Adorned stress-ball with expensive ornament
Tired lips pouted for the daily ritual of contact
O woman of easy definition
Paramulating our vicinity
Bubble-gum barrel with the loudest noise
Clashing cymbals with no pleasant sound
Is that your dignity, O woman
Or thy pride, O feline creature Woman with no plan or goals
But to be the best bed mate Household gossip
Seasonal decoration
Nanny and young granny
Child production company
Self-made paralytic
Without a job or shop
Without a man, no hope
Is that like pride, O woman?
Or thy pride O woman
Woman,
Wife and mother
Beauty that comes from within
Radiates, illuminates
a glint of light in a dark room
The Cook
The worker,
The mother,
The wife
Yet the darling.
The vessel of honor
Instruments of peace
That troubles not the mirror
for only external looks
A handy woman who depends not only on her man for daily bread
The handle of the family's kettle
That woman of vision and passion
Fashion and action
Woman of great achievement
Is that the pride O woman?
