See the woman, she has a young face, an old face.She carries herself in all ages. She survives all man has done.She is free. In some relgions she is under man.In some societies she is worth what she consumes.In some nations she is delicate strength. In some states she is told, she is weak. In some classes she is property owned. In all instances she is sister to earth. In all conditions she is life bringer. In all life she is our necessity. On soft wild roses see the woman beauty. Lightning streaking dark summer nights. See the woman spirit daily serving courage with laughter.Her breath a dream and a prayer.
