They bear a child
They do not become
They are the pillars of societies
Or tribus
They are
They exist
Women,
Creators of rainbows
Of Angels
Of Gods
Women,
Show them respect
As you respect your mama
Your daughter
Your sister
Women,
We supposed to be all together
But the new societies
Makes us ennemies
Cheap
Without care
With sympathy
Without empathy
Without self-respect
If women they could remember their purpose
The world it could be different