Woman - Poem by Leslie Alexis
Out of the womb of man (woman)
Made by God, his (man) right hand.
Her influence on him always strong
In her he can't, and do wrong.
Her seed, the source of land
She births, obeying God's first command.
Gladly she carries her firstborn
Caring for him, until he is strong.
Her nature is soft, for love
Of all birds, she is the dove.
Yes, she is fierce, A fighter
Of all cats, she is the tiger.
Her stripes replaced by graceful curves
Swaying men with them into love.
Used will skill she can tame man
The way the whip can tame the lion.
To her you give of yourself freely
So it may seem, but in reality,
Man's wills are her's to possess
She wields his will and life with finesse.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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