Tall, dark and beautiful,
Knows her stuff-
Maintains her cool
And makes the world her tuff.

Perfect wife, mother and daughter-
Knows she can’t err,
nor can she falter,
Must take her family there.

The glue holding it all together,
is this woman we all know.
Your sister, daughter, mother,
Who makes your world flow.

The age of woman
Isn’t a new concept,
Stoneage man,
Relied on her at the incept.

Why then do we trample her?
She’s also made of clay,
Let her rise to our par-
O’wise there’ll be hell to pay.

Feminism and suffrage
Mark the phoenix’ rise-
This woman’s age
Power she must prise!


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