Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
WOMAN
They see me a weak human
I see myself a super human
Made by an Almighty craftsman
Taken out from the ribs of man
That is why they call me woman.
Yes, am not made of strong bones and muscles
I don’t have biceps and six packs
Nor a bass voice or great height.
Am but a petite human
Who’s far from perfect
Yet personally handcrafted
To be a helpmate
To the one, whose missing rib
I am.
