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Her body is used as a vessel
To bore and nurture a child.

She doesn't have a name of her own
For when she is born
She is given her father’s name
A name she cannot even keep
For when she marries
Her husband’s name she uses.

She grow up in this world
That little girls are being taught
Be prim; Find a suitable beau
Who will care for her when she is blue.
Men say it is alright for her to cry
For she is weak and shy
She cannot stand on her own
And does not have a boardroom
She is a shadow of her husband
And awaits for him to come home

But men cannot live without her
She does the laundry and do the repair
She mends the brokenhearted
And her words console the defeated
She now drives a car and cooks the meals
She can fly the plane and sail the ship
She earns her keep and builds a conglomerate.

A daughter and a sister, a mother and a wife
THAT'S WHAT SHE IS.