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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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