The woman I see,
Stands on her own feet.
Bedecked in all glory,
There’s no sign of defeat.
She who earns for her daily toil,
Divinity of hers, like a sacred voile.
Behold the epitome of strength,
And respect; her best friend.
She too is equal and enough
Why does this battle get tough?
To have risen from the ashes,
To feel safe and worthy of her badges,
And ; the reverie crashes.