Born to succeed, women continually strive to find a better life,
growing and stretching to the limits, all known resources.
At times giving up, throwing hands up helplessly for a few
minutes to relieve the pressure.
Starting again, renewed, refreshed, ready to tackle problems
with creative solutions tucked within their minds, awaiting
their time.
Women fending for themselves in many prisons of men's doing,
on frayed edges, wanting to move among the living.
Eyes watering, constantly watching the activities of business
worlds, wishing to become a part of it, having misgivings.
Once perspective originates, life is seen together whole and
can be begun.
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