The events of my life are my composition,
They make me, they are my story to tell.
I have been known to be source, I have been known to multiply.
Multiply and bring more.
On me they rely, my work is my reply.
I resisted pascals of society, I have overcome my oppressor.
They tried to take away my dignity, I was tried in the eyes of society.
No man hath fair ruling, but my man hath me fair tis thine beauty.
Thine beauty is at lip of the blind, even the deaf hear me speak.
For I am a woman labeled by mans call, I are victor.
For I have won the goals set for thine kind, with the aim of equality and honor.
I am the modern woman, in a man's world.
I am stallion with the body of ewe.
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