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What does it take for a woman to know herself and her potential? Here's a poem about a woman's worth
What does it take for a woman to know herself and her potential? Here’s a poem about a woman’s worth.
“Oh, she looks so pretty!”
He admired, she blushed.
“People looking at my wife makes me cringe.” She carefully noted the compliments, took a note of all his likes, Making it a point not to disappoint the man she loved.
“She looks gorgeous with her head covered!” Her cheeks turned pink, she did her best to be what he expected her to be A doll Thats what he said she is, His doll.
She got busy, adjusted and moulded Created a world His world.
Life went by She raised their children With his name
Turned a house into a home Gave it all her love and care.
And then One morning, he left.
“You are a nobody!
What have you done in life?”
He screamed before leaving.
She sat on the bed. Shocked, infuriated, shaking with anger
She looked at herself in the mirror She now agreed with what he had said. All she saw was a doll his doll.
She looked straight at her image She looked hard.
With the cloth sliding down her head, She caught a glimpse of what she was What she can be.
For the first time in decades, she stood straight And smiled.
Pic credit: Image of an eastern woman via Shutterstock.
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