I am woman.
Cut me, and I’ll bleed true pink,
From blushing pretty rose-dipped vein.
Show me vermin, and I’ll shriek,
For creatures vile are my true bane;
But give me embryo to hold,
And fiercest love will bloom in breast;
Give me causes to uphold,
And I will fight without a rest.
Delicate are petals rose,
Vulnerable is beauty weak;
But inner strength is woman’s prose,
And fierce her soul, in package meek.
I am woman.
Strong.
Soft.
Me.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Stunning… glad to be in our company of women… although I don’t shriek … got over that in my teens.
I don’t know that I really do either – but it gets the idea across! 🙂
Many thanks for sharing.!
You’re welcome! 🙂
Oh, this is really beautiful! I love the bleeding pink part, it’s so cute and artistic 🙂
We are special, we women – weak, but with a hidden strength. We fight for our own like tigers! It is good to celebrate being feminine, and learn to appreciate our uniquely crafted talents and what we bring to the world. 🙂
This was a darling touching piece and I enjoyed it much! thank you ~
Thank you!