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Woman


WOMAN 
She's a naturally unconscious consciousness 
A springing beauty from the bowels of mother earth
Her hands spread far and wide 
"Woman" is her name 

 Society has called her weak and of less value 
Maybe true, maybe not 
But "woman" is the definition of everything that is not 
Didn't come to challenge but to glow uniquely 

Did you see that house glowing? 
Did your babies appear with sparkles and shines?
Are there results faster and expected? 
It's called womanhood! 

 There's no chaos in her world 
She's a shock absorber with a strong will 
An irreplaceable all purpose machine 
She's the strongest creation nature has to offer

 The feeble bones held every other thing except negativity 
Fondly called weak, a nature in dwelling
But her will supersedes all 
She was called to stand on a unique lane 
CATALEA BONEZ 

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  1. ONUORAH FranciscaJuly 29, 2019 at 8:00 AM

    Lovely.
    "Womanhood" is a rare gift given only by God

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    1. Catalea BonezJuly 29, 2019 at 1:20 PM

      Yes my dear. Thank you very much for dropping by.... You're welcome anytime.

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    2. Catalea BonezJuly 29, 2019 at 1:20 PM

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  2. JD BitesAugust 5, 2019 at 12:20 AM

    Beautiful post

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  3. UGWUANYI COLLETTEApril 17, 2020 at 8:38 AM

    Wow! It's admirable that some people still appreciate the gift of Womanhood. Nice piece dear.

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