Woman

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.