When God sat down to make a woman
He gave her empathy love and compassion,
By the time he finished with her
He had no more left for the man.
He gave her the ability to be a mother
And nurture and take care of others.
Slowly, on reflecting, it dawned on her
She was being treated like a piece of furniture.
At first she resigned to her fate
Bore the indifference of her progeny and mate.
Slowly she realised she didn’t have to be a victim,
And didn’t have to be at the mercy or everyone’s whims.
She knew it was not going to be an easy battle to be won,
Yet she took on everyone.
She began to firmly express her views
And waited to get her due.
At first it didn’t go down well with anyone,
They wondered if she had been possessed by a demon.
Men were not amused,
In fact they were confused.
We give her food, clothes and roof over her head,
But the woman had empowered herself to earn her own bread,
Car, house and thus managed to redeem,
With her hard work her self esteem.