Women carry a song deep within them that is so beautiful, no other beauty comes close. The song goes unheard by most around them because to hear such beauty requires that you pay attention. It is hushed bit by bit as each day passes, the cause? Chores, bills, traffic, the phone, expectations, lack of attention from those around her. When she is heard, its not that which is buried that is heard, its her reaction you hear. Instead of nurturing her ( that takes too much time and is too much trouble), you grump, moan, complain about the fuckers in traffic, the dumb bitches that park too close, the insignificant are what you give to her, to which she clings to your every word. So by the time you hear from her, its either repetitive stuff you think you already heard ( same old shit, you would say) or its "bitching". And man thinks they deserve better? Really? Try massaging her heart, stroke her spirit, and love her body. Maybe she will finally have something of worth to respond to and her song will be set free. Unchain her, let her loose and see what happens. She is magnificent. She is beauty second only to God.
I want to be like her--someday.
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