A woman's life is a minefield
In which a woman deals with a plethora of demons
Losers, teasers, misers, and abusers who yield
Pain, strain and drain energy unless they devour pious sermons.
A woman's life teems with fragility
Agility, ability, fertility and several whims
Ranging from tattoos, accessories and a dose of humility
Society expects a woman to carry in her dreams.
A woman's life is fraught with a bevy of dangers
Domestic abuse, prostitution trafficking, stalking
As if her fate deserved no better than feting strangers.
A woman's life, on balance, exudes glamour and drama
As a woman splurges on Parisian haute couture
High heel stilettos, peep toes, and deep cleavages which labour
To keep off a woman, bar flies, spies and guys who are immature.
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