I wonder what makes a woman strong,
To hold one for nine long months,
And stand the pain of arrival.
I wonder what makes a woman strong,
To stand the insults hurled each day,
To stand the oppression and stand the blame.
I wonder what makes a woman strong,
To keep a smile after an insult,
And make love like all was fine.
I wonder what makes a woman strong,
To wake each morning the past forgotten,
I just wonder what makes a woman strong.
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Is it really strength? or is it fear of change and the unknown's bleak space? Often times we give reasons for not leaving, and as long as we have these reasons, we stand still seemingly strong but dying and rotting inside, because the soul is hungry for freedom, respect to self and love that heals.