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About This Poem
I Am Woman
I am woman.
Created to be beautiful,
but the world has degraded me,
made me less than what is true.
I was created as a helpmate,
but I've been chained,
enslaved.
A creature of timidity,
but forced to roar,
or it seems no one will listen to me.
But, I am blessed.
There is something more for me.
The creator of this creature,
who truly defines me.
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