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Cry of a Woman

you say am harmful yet so harmless I'm so useful yet u call me useless I have good manners yet u say I'm manner-less You just treat me like a devil yet am sinless I've got a brain yet u say am brainless whatever you call me in your rage God made me wonderfully in his image I am a woman yes but not your tool you have made me look like a fool you married me to live in your house, Yes but not to treat me as a slave and you the boss I am a woman yes,but u need me in your life.

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