Just A Woman
I ask you: is there ever a time
when a woman is just a woman?
She's a mother, sister, and lover,
giver of life, and the Queen of Hearts.
She's the Yin that balances the Yang,
a partner, and the voice of reason.
And she's often both the catalyst
and the stabilizer men desire.
She's a subtle negotiator:
an Angel, with a soul and conscience.
And the weaver that binds families
tightly together with threads of love.
She is a kitten to her children,
and a tigress when protecting them.
So, I ask, is there ever a time
when a woman is just a woman?
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