Her Cultural Design

Feeling the thoughts that arise each passing day in life, To be listened too, not to be chastised in given advice, Wanting to be respected so real, not considered rife, Affection daily, needing not much, desiring complete slice. In love, I provide nurturing care when ailments occur. In pain, I deliver daily chores wanting just sweet words. In humor, I tell stories that may be enriched in a stir. For these are feelings of my mind, not told for the birds. I am not the only one belted in time by hormones alone. However, my delivery of life challenges and stresses me. I have intelligence, though many make me out, like a stone. I have anger and strength, which I show in such deep degree. I feel to be showed love, desire pleasantries from my other half. I truly hate to be downtrodden, played as a joke in a laugh.