This Woman's Work
The unfinished work by the mother
of our earth is never done. The natural
fundamentals of our life's she holds dear,
her strength demonstrate her energy to
love and the need to be loved but yet we
fail her. She stays true to loving, caring
and in most cases she's forever giving
but not always receiving the purity of his
love. She'll forever be the reproduction
source of a little you and me, prime
ministers or even thiefs yet again we
fail to support her needs or help to
nurture the creation of them little beings.
She upholds the strength of her home,
he emotional aspect of her household
and she's always been the backbone
to her man's throne, often sacrificing
her own. We misuse and abuse her,
mentally and physically violate and
hate her like senseless fools, forgetting
the values and the beauties of her.
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