It's a piece I wrote while meditating. Tell me your thoughts bout it in the comment box below!
THE REAL WOMAN
Its not a poem or a story
It's not in Chinese or Roman
It's a word about an epitome of glory;
The real woman
She knows what she wants
She knows what she needs
Crossing over every mont
Driven by the power to succeed
She cries for no one
She begs only when necessary
She deals with morons
Knows and identify her enemies
She gets heartbroken, yes
But she pulls herself together
She is truly hurt,yet
She's made of tough leather
She goes on with life
She eats and sleeps
Forgetting for a moment, the troubles of time
Discarding the image of being 'cheap'.
THE REAL WOMAN
Its not a poem or a story
It's not in Chinese or Roman
It's a word about an epitome of glory;
The real woman
She knows what she wants
She knows what she needs
Crossing over every mont
Driven by the power to succeed
She cries for no one
She begs only when necessary
She deals with morons
Knows and identify her enemies
She gets heartbroken, yes
But she pulls herself together
She is truly hurt,yet
She's made of tough leather
She goes on with life
She eats and sleeps
Forgetting for a moment, the troubles of time
Discarding the image of being 'cheap'.
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