They do all understand
But when I ask them to tell me all
They either look down or shy away
And I say,
It’s my power of production
The power of endurance
The strength of accommodation
The essence of being mother of all power
A substance of wonder
But you all with full knowledge
Pretend to be ignorant
As if it hurts you and your ego
To accept
I am a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
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Motley of love they keep, the women, when they weep, they clear the dirt of heart nice one