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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.
Said I, not being very old,
Then a woman said, 'Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.'
And he answered:
The construction of a woman:
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
When a man is in love
how can he use old words?
Should a woman
desiring her lover
I greet a woman
In body and in soul
I know her heart
Why is the world at peace.
This may astonish you a little but when you realise how
easily Mrs. Charles Bianco sells the work of American
painters to American millionaires you will recognize that
Love and the gentle heart are one thing,
just as the poet says in his verse,
each from the other one as well divorced
as reason from the mind’s reasoning.
Now who could take you off to tiny life
In one room or in two rooms or in three
And cork you smartly, like the flask of wine
You are? Not any woman. Not a wife.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
A hater he came and sat by a ditch,
And he took an old cracked lute;
And he sang a song which was more of a screech
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
Smiles to the morn
Brighter day enlightens
Clouds sway in tune
'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl
is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched.
Round and pebble smooth she effaces herself
under ripples of conversation and debate.
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,
to the short day and to the whitening hills,
when the colour is all lost from the grass,
though my desire will not lose its green,
so rooted is it in this hardest stone,
that speaks and feels as though it were a woman.
I know a woman who is breaking, breaking from the inside out. This woman has two children, a young woman, and a little boy. She cares for these kids but she never has time for them. Instead of spending time with them she is out buying and doing drugs. She missed a very important day of the young woman's life. She missed her graduation from an academy. The little boy is always confused about why his mommy is so distant, why she acts like she doesn't care, why she's warm one minute and the next she's cold. The little boy was in a home that barely had food and only had the heat on in one room. The young woman had enough one day and spoke up about it and the mother wasn't happy about it so she hit the girl. With the girl on the ground, she said ‘You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" All the little boy wants is for his mommy not to be sick anymore. All the young woman wants is for her mother to come back. The mother that cared for them, the mother who took care of them.
That young woman is me and the mother is my mother...
Woman, woman, oh sweet woman
My love, my crib, my token
In my daily diary
Every day is your journey
Woman loved as a wife
woman admired for her motherhood
woman want to have children
woman can give birth to babies.
Who is a Woman?
Justice is a woman
with quest for righteousness and dignity, in her mind,
Dedication is a woman
Woman Be woman
everywhere you go
woman be woman
(International woman's day)
Woman is a strange world,
The Black DNA of a woman resembles the face of an ancestral woman that she's not related to there's a woman out there that has Tammy Riviera resemblance that she's not even related to.
There's a woman out there that resembles Toni Braxton that she's not related to.
The Holy Prophet ﷺ was born in the lap of a woman
He was delicately wrapped up and nursed by a woman
The first person to see his beautiful and illuminated smile was a woman
When his mother passed away in Abwa, he tearfully came back to Makkah with a woman
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