I hear the words she never says
Cares for everyone in thousand ways
Tucking her misery in side pocket
A smile plays forever hiding her fret
Eventually, I belong to her specie
They say understanding women isn't easy
Ask me, getting along her is cake walk
All you need is the pure love to talk
With her cause complaints lead nowhere
Already at her best, only needs a soul to share
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Call Me A Feminista
PoetryTo every woman I know and don't. Few words of empowerment for everyone,you, me, my poetic mistress Daydream and women, of course. We are all feminists in one way or the other. So I tried to put it up with the words I could. Also, representing a voic...
