Behold; she is coming!
Like a storm to sweep away your sight and mind; to distract you from your purpose, to give you purpose to become your purpose.
Her insecurities are her confidence.
Her vulnerabilities are her stories of bravery.
She learns slow but she knows how to teach.
Here she comes;
Look at her!
To remind you of the stories that history failed to document.
Of countless women born to survive in a world of men.
To breed men to love men and yet love oneself enough to be a woman.
She summons men to protect her from men; she protects men from men.
She lives for men, with men.
Yet here she comes;
The woman.
She is nothing like a man.
The species of all our mothers, our true owners.
Superior in every way; reason for all pleasure and dismay.
The inspiration for all art, all conquest, all failure or glory in history.
Here she comes!
Here she comes!
Within her the spirits of Boudicca, Faustina or Joan of Arc, Cleopatra, Ching Shih or Mirabai and of those names too great for history.
The woman; vessel of each emotion and the herald of life.
Stand up and pay your respects for she is kind.
Since you are but a man living in a borrowed world; a world of the woman.