She's a Woman By: Richiwrites

She's a Woman
A goddess
Fixer of all problems
Her Highness
You justify hitting her
You say it's highness
God's creation
The most perfect art
Beautiful but fragile
Strong yet weak
Best thing that can happen to you
Also the worst
She's not a toy nor a sand bag
She's like a juicy orange
Batter it and it turns sour
Neglect it turns sour
She refines you
Care and cherish it
You have a full tree
A generation of kids.

You piece of shit with potentials
Like black diamond
She makes her self low
To boost your ego
You ungrateful thing
You neglect her
You forsake her
Then you lift your hands
Filthy hands she refined
You hit her! You Hit her!!
You die when you hit her
You a living dead
You ain't diamond Nomore
You become coal
Black semi useful redeemable
Then You piece of shit
Again Hit thy Queen
You're done! Completely!!
Useless! Completely!!
You become soot.

Black and disgusting
Trash is where you belong
Amidst the dirt and dust
You forget everything
Everything she said and done
Blazing flames and gnashing of teeth
Pain unimaginable pain
Deepest parts of hell
Job's plight, loss of sight
Little of what you deserve
She is Beauty
She is Life
Never hit her
She is wealth
Please adore her
She's emotionally weak
But stronger than you think
Never ignore her
She is a goddess
Worship her.

©Richiwrites2017

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