Mothers & Women

I felt a relationship gliding its aisle into my heart ♥. 

I am a man bred from a woman 

however, my comrades disgrace the woman 

Enunciate against the love of women 

Yet at one point, 

They came from the same womb of the woman 

They drank from the same source of the woman

They were feed and nurtured by the woman 

She may not be your Mother but she is a Mum. 

She may not be your daughter but she is a woman. 

My Woman my friend, My woman my Mum

The young man looks with the stain on his eyes feeding on the woman. Crying out for her attention to feel her warmth and take hold of his cushion and Guardian Angel. but as the Little Man grows, so does his mind forget the small things that matter. 

Tears stain cheeks and bloodshot eyes are the cries of women on the streets. I am a man but I speak for women. Speaking against shameful acts that are too ludicrous to even speak of. Men with no manhood but lascivious men, those who think that what's between their legs makes them a man yet they can't think past their legs. 

Honor a sign of susceptibility, 

Only the strong survive. 

they never understand the root cause of their problems 

Blaming others for their transgressions, 

My Woman my friend, My woman my Mum 

You saw her at the shopping center

Your mannerless stick rose to the occasion 

You promised her your love forever

Yet forever was never. 

Slowly she fell for you not knowing the Spiders Web 

Without wasting time she allowed you in her heart

And like a spider, you stung your way to her heart 

she was not happy but Love is Crazy. 

My Woman my friend, My woman my Mum

After Giving birth to you,  

You hoped to stay young forever, Shock on you 

A growth you didn't anticipate too fast 

Faster than a bullet you leave your mother's solace 

Life takes its toll on you and you forget your roots

roots of laughter and love of family become a mere dream, 

A dream you Don't see these days,

These days pass along like a dream 

A dream that never ends. 

 You master the saving technique if you are fortuitous

You master the art of spending if you are nimble.

You begin respecting the dishes and the clothes you wear. 

I don't serve it cold, relatively plain that you may all relish.

Change is better today than tomorrow. 

#mothersday

#womensrights