She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven trees,
Or softly lightens on her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and on that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
I am a woman. This does not mean that I am a mere trophy, an outsourced breeder of babies, a breathing spatula to toss your eggs. I am first my Mother's daughter and I am definitely more than what has been spoken of me! So I ask you brother that you hear me out. I am a dreamer, helper, nurturer, inventor and an individual. I am not a piece of meat or a skirt out on the street. I am not just a set of flamboyant legs or a pretty face. Don’t limit me to a mere fantasy or a test drive for your hormones. Listen brother I am a woman… my Father’s daughter. I love to be loved but I do not want to be treated like loving me is a favor. Love me like I’m that gift. Unwrap me with kindness because listen brother I am my Mother’s daughter. I ask that you be my cover, my brother, do not exploit my purity for your own lusts or gain. Honor me. Listen brother I am my mother’s daughter. Treat me like you would your blood sister. Hold me like a tender rose and look...
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