The Feminist!!

i am the wordsmith son of the verbalist my expressions flows in clicks of my tongue like the San of the sands the only strange thing about me is my cliks and twists are softer and sincere but fearless... I am the very woman who will live by her offspring and voice her dreams because she could care less who shuns her because even then, her skin and state of beauty still sets their tongues wagging Call her strange but she is the very woman who would put her foot down and swear in the eyes of the beast that she has had enough The very woman who would live until the very end so that she sees to it that all she loves stays well The very woman who would halt the habit of a man who solves his financial crisis with the back of his hand and resolves to the toxic green bottle for refuge The very woman who would live seven lives just so that her will gets done She is the very woman who measures her worth by the count of heart beat her essence has its own calibration greater than man She is the very woman who would be quick to get up after greatly falling and heal her bruises with time then follow the sun for her home is where it sets That woman is me you her them caged in these little girls waiting to be unleashed so they could rule!