She is broken, she is bent
Bruised in every way possible
She seeks to make amends
For the wrongs committed by those before her
She is strong, so she fights
Even when the waves roar with intent to wreck
She will stand in the rain
She will stand and bear the pain
She is woman
She is a product of blood and tears
A result of nights spent in undress
Dwelling in her path; a host of hunters
Yet she forges on ignoring the beasts
Her eyes shine with tales untold
She cries silently in the dark of night
Her weakness; mere men never see
Her tears; salty with tales of woe
Yet she smiles, yet she will dance
She is woman
She is a pillar of hope and support
She is a cocoon of warmth and release
She holds within her pleasure for a thousand years
Her limbs; the perfect entrapment for pleasure's greatest height
To the infant lost and fearful, she is safety
To the child pure and playful, she is stability
To the man sure and steady, she is home
To the world great and noisy, she is mother
She is everything
She is woman.
