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Who is a woman

Who is a woman

I always ask myself what's so special about me what makes people stare and keeps on staring. As a woman, I always want to support, please and do as the society has instructed, not putting my needs first, because we are to act one way and do some way.

Who is a woman?
A woman is a female human being, who is capable of doing everything so long she puts her mind to it.
She is highly manipulated not because of her naiveness but because of how pure and innocent her heart is.
A woman is a friend and a mother. She doesn't have to bear children to care for many.
A woman fights for what is right and makes sure justice is awarded.
She provides and cares for as many as possible because her heart is wide and accommodating.
She is independent.
She doesn't have to be perfect but her imperfections make her perfect.
She is bold and confident because she believes in her truth and she's not afraid to let her truth speak for her.
She is beautiful, elegant and wise.
She is funny, intelligent and smart.
She is prayerful and God-fearing.

But do you know what the world did to a woman?
The society took her chewed her up and spat her out on the sidewalks.
Now a woman wants to get back at the world as hard as she can.
She is pushing herself beyond her limits because the price for her effort is beyond the push.
A woman now is not looking to do it alone because we as women have decided to put our hands together and help her get on her feet again.
And when we arise the world won't know what hit it because we are taking our stand with a storm.

I'm a woman and am tired of looking down on my capacity because the world has made me believe that a woman is meant to be under.
We are humans and equal in the eyes of our individual God.
I believe in equal treatment and equal right to love who we want, be who we want and do what we can.

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