SHE

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She, she is called woman; scraped and molded from the rib of man;
Tenderness bleeds from the femininity of her hands, her touch, her eyes, her voice, her entire being;
She’s the apple of the world’s eye; though her beauty tends to be wild, like that of a rose:
In that if you mishandle her, you get to taste the sharp pierces of her womanliness.
She carries the letter ‘w’ right from womanhood,
And later on to wife, on the day she affirms to a love-union with her husband,
Not to mention when tragedy strikes, and it further crowns her as widow.

She, she is the eve that knows what a serpent really looks and talks like,
And how its deceitful voice can perfectly whisper disobedience into the ears,
Yet with a similar, albeit more tender voice, she calls her rib-donor to share in the fall of temptation.
She is the scheming Delilah, whose persistence grants her entry into her treacherous desires,
As she persuades her way into the long-held secret of a prominent strong man, thus causing his and her death, eventually.

She, She is the voluptuous Bathsheba, whose naked body lures a king from grace and glory, down to shame and misery.
She is the sneaky old mother, Rebecca, whose love is one-sided towards her favorite son, Jacob.
She is the proud Vashti, who thinks that her beauty alone could cut it;
That by it, she could gain the right to be proud and disobedient to her own husband and King.

Yet again, she_ she is the Esther, a queen-in-the-making, who comes and takes Vashti’s place,
Only to imply that every woman, however beautiful, can quickly be replaced.
She is the adhering Ruth, whose charms of hard work steer her into becoming the virtuous wife to Boaz,
As she transforms from being a homeless widow into a rich man's wedded wife.

She, she is the Sarah who sorely carries the weight of barrenness into her old age,

And, fed up, she tries to forge her way out by luring her man into sleeping with another woman,

Just so she could at least get a child that would be attributed to her.

She, she is called woman; scraped and molded from the rib of man;

She is anything you can call her: attractive, captivating, virtuous, beautiful, hardworking, ugly, proud;

She is the feminine being: the female, the girl, the woman, the mother, the lady, the princess, the slay-queen, the slat, the bitch.

She is called woman.

-Crystal April