Woman

I want to brush-off the woo man.

And love every other woman.


I want to be a woman who can keep secrets.

And dare to tell the bitter & sweet truths.


I want to lend a helping hand.

And sink & swim with woman in storm.


I want to wipe her raining tears.

And tell her to bundle up her fears.


I want to stir my solemn slumber.

And tell myself that age is a number.


One day we will be that woman.

Our choice to woo or not to woo a man.



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