Oh Woman
Thou art such mystery
Thou hast been granted
So much power, yet
Dangerous to clutch
Unwieldy to hold,
Meant to carefully
Bestow on others.
Crown of Creation
Laced with strength
Not to win wars
But hearts and minds,
Not to erect marvelous structures
But to enshrine and foster life
Within her own body,
To withstand the oppression of history
And pain of everyday living.
Beauty is not in thou might
But thy tender mercies.
Oh Adam
Though you might forget
You cannot live
Without your rib
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