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The Woman

Sexy dresses, designer suits, expensive hair, golden shoes
Pointy finger nails, painted faces,bottoms evidently swaying as they walk
The woman has an image she tries to maintain each and everyday
Its in her hair, its in her clothes, its in her shoes its in her pose
Why isn't it in her voice or in her words??
The woman is beautiful and brightens up the world
The woman is beautiful and adds darkness to the world
The woman is scared, silent, weak and confused
The woman wants a change in the world but she falls prey to the evil in the world
The woman is loyal
The woman is disloyal
The woman stands by her man and guides him on the right path
The woman stands by her man and plans his way to doing evil
The woman calls the man a dog for his wicked ways towards women
The woman feeds the dog his bones and pets him and hugs him when he cries out for forgiveness
The woman has so much worth
The woman sits aside and accepts abuse the woman has lost her worth
The woman is smart she can be the best at anything she puts her hand to
The woman is foolish she gives up her education to help her man shine
The woman is religious she know God comes first
The woman is ungodly she puts God aside to keep the man she loves
The woman is peaceful
The woman brings forth war when she sits aside and allow her child to pick up the gun
The woman is a proud Jamaican
The woman destroys Jamaica when she washes the bloody clothes of her husband
The woman is gentle when she rocks her child to bed at night
The woman is rough when she sends her girl child to be pimped out by the area don
The woman is loving when she works hard to put food on the table
The woman is filled with hate when she she runs off with a man who promises her house and land and leaves her children behind
The woman is your mother, your sister, your grandmother, your niece, your friend
The woman is who I am today and who you hope to be


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