The ROOT As A MAN
as flowers of female identity we float with pride in our strength, consent ruling and remembrance in who bares the child who bares the fears of emotional ties, we are binding to the world of emotional graduated. As strong as our stem and soft as our petals we would not stand straight if not for our root our root as in he who shares our soul. Yet our root not so pretty ruff around the edges yet it plants it self strong to embrace winters summer heat and storms. When we fall when we brake a flood of water a flood of emotional despair comes rushing to crush our inner selves every thing we held all the strength we have endured falls, yet we have not felt the ground we have not lost our feet. It is in that moment the most powerful the one with the most strength embraces us. Even when the emotion is killing them more so then the flower will ever know, they hold us, rock us breath in our pain to stand by our side, showing nothing but strength, yes child birth is pain full but it comes to pass, what graduated have we shown our roots, how do we thank men in our lives that have the strength when we do not. for strength to battle wars that leave lasting scars? how do we thank the men in our live with long hours with dedication to work into the night, with pressure from others to move faster. only doing this to so we don't have to so we may enjoy the riches of the world. When will we acknowledge their strength let them shine let them know they are worthy . as females we should be grateful and tell our men, let them know we love them and we accept them for who they are, because with out them there is no us.
