A woman walked in the moonlight, speaking to the Lord…

“Lord, why did you make me weak? Why make someone men treat like sheep?

 

I would bear the calluses of hard labor and tasks,

And still be able to show my feelings and not hide them behind masks

 

What made you give me the pain of childbirth?

Am I so insignificant that you hold me in such low worth?

 

I’ve so many ideas to help men through our faults and wars

Yet I’m held behind my man and stranded in his house doing chores

 

Can I not have ambitions of an aspiring and leadership degree?

Why must I be held to not being heard and only adored when seen?

 

My shape pleases their eyes, my voice pleases their ears.

I have the greatest capacity to support him, yet he laughs at my tears.

 

Why was I plucked from within your first sentient creation?

Could it not have been me that you staffed to rule over the nations?

 

Lord I only want to be heard, I ask you from millennia of being hurt.

Can’t you change history and remake me from the dirt?”

 

The Lord smiled down upon her and answered…

 

“Why did I make you weak?  Look out upon the world; tell me what you behold?

I didn’t make you weak or inferior.  I gave you the power to mold!

 

I wanted your outside softer and more carnal to the touch

Though he bears the calluses and scars, he can only take but so much

 

Keep not your feelings behind a façade or bury them deep inside.

I gave you the strength of the lioness, a powerful queen that hunts for her pride

 

Of course you bear the pains of your own procreation

In which only the diamonds of my progeny receive the most enrapturing sensations

 

I made sure your mind was keen and your wisdom naturally suited.

You’ll find easily, versus your counterpart, your intellect is deeper-rooted

 

You are the one that cries the tears while it is in a bottle that he will wallow.

I made your shape please his eyes, so that you see your ability to get him to follow

 

Treat those chores as duties.  I made you the true head of the household.

I didn’t make you weak.  I gave you the power to mold!

 

You are the hand that swings the sword, and the negotiator that topples thrones

I charged you with the safe deliverance of every future calf.

 

If you still sense a weakness, know that when you and he act as one…

I made you the better half!

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D.W. Smith