She Is a Woman

She is a silhouette so daintily fashioned With dazzling internal beauty Like a bird, ready to carry more than her weight in flight Deity eyes of trinkets Charged fully to fend for the needs of her young Cheeks of velvety roses Rises in the many shades of the rainbow during struggles Like a Tigress in the wild she pounces and makes hay when the sun doesn’t shine In her gypsy heart burns a flame so deep She is a woman; she kindles this taper and produces wax of zeal. She is a woman; she weaves the globe in her innovative braids She is a woman; she kisses warmth in to those who are lost in impenetrable blankets She is a woman; she feeds hungry souls to the fullness of the moon.