"what a Women Is Made of "(Part One)

i am, from the newest of born clay made of my mother's earth to be molded and not to be played with i am, the pain of glass made of sand to block the wind to be looked though and never meant to be broken i am from the small crust of bread made of the smallest grain bake in the hottest of suns and not meant to be shared i am, from the oldest of rain drops made of heaven first tears to wash and refresh with essence of water and perception of , thousands years made to love only you to kiss only you soft and ready only for you