I'm a woman who never cackle but tackles,
With no pride but who's tight,
Who wishes to bring the changes not chances
who's longing to fight life not buy faces
A woman who takes what she wants when she wants it
A woman who appreciates either the
Destructive or constructive criticism.
Who creates the foundation called the baby
With the intention of building not braking it as it grows.
Which at the end of the day is called a tree of gold
Through succession
And yet a contaminated flower through failure.
A woman whose intention is to forward
Without turning back,
Letting the passes but never dribbling.
A woman who wants to come to the end of the road
without hesitation
And yes a woman who's happy to say
I'm a woman!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you re really a woman a african woman im a man but your poems rocks keep it up