If I ask anything of you
Don’t think me weak I’m not.
I may in strength be unequal to you,
So decreed nature and I’ve no clue.
Out of Adam’s rib Eve was created,
A mate – God deemed fit;
Not to be lorded or wronged,
To be but loved and kept.
Subdued for ages; I’ve lived,
Borne every misery flung-
Silent, as an unfortunate’s dead
Shrouded in cold and left unsung.
I’ve striven to fend for ages,
Injustice spewing forth-
Warped ego in spurts of rages,
Man’s effort to shatter my worth.
I live glorious lives just as well
As lives contemptible-
Unwaveringly I stand- lofty still;
For, my passions remain inextinguishable.
I am worth more than you attribute,
In your weakness my strength manifests,
Even when irresolute
Your question on me rests.
Everyday I live to rise
Beyond limitations placed,
And every step I take, unties-
The bonds that keeps me chained.
Know this; I am just as strong,
Though wounded, nothing breaks me easy.
My life is a beautiful song,
Of the woman you are blind to see.