Today the prompt is list the various things, identities, that I am, and to choose one strong or powerful one, and one weak or vulnerable one, and allow them to converse.
To be seen . . .
There is strength in being woman, for the power of the womb and the
Gift that is granted through bearing the child are beyond compare
And no mere man can understand these things.
But then you are weak, you cannot lift, you cannot hit,
You cannot fight back, you are useless and need a man to
Do for you those things you lack the muscle to achieve.
But there is more determination in the tears that are shed in private,
And more life gained from the deepest feelings that love allows
A woman to feel for her child, than is ever known to man.
But you are weak, you cry with emotion, you cannot control
The tears when there is a death, you rush to comfort those in pain
When they need instead support and a firm hand.
A woman can take refuge in her humanity, she knows the truth that
Defines being human, and allows softness and beauty to smooth
The harshness of the cruelty of being man.
But you control me, your weakness swallows my power and hardness
And takes it into the warmth of the centre of you, and in doing so
You redefine the pain and suffering that is the essence of being human.
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