We're the woman that makes you tea
When you're sick
A warm, soft, comforting hand
On your forehead
The woman that bears your child
for nine months
And still - looks desirable
Days after giving birth
The hot meal after a long day's work
The backrub you love so much
That woman you see in the aisle
at the supermarket
You've always wanted
to approach
The lady you whistle at
as she walks to work
High heels killing her
- but you'd never know
As she ignores your whoops
and catcalls
Head heald high
Oh - and we are women,
Ladies even
Never bitches or hoes
Try calling us one -
You'll see.
The woman who waits
Patiently
For your bid to end
Hard time's not just for you
It's really for two
Sleepless, lonely nights
Until you return
Conjugal visits just ain't enough
Your woman - who after all these years
Still dolls up for every date night
Gets the kids dressed before breakfast
Piles them into the car for school
And still
Has time to straighten your tie
She makes you hold her purse at the mall
Talks through every movie
Gets on your last nerve
But -
You love her
And your life wouldn't be the same without her
Treat her right.
Because the beauty
Of being a gem
Is that she is rare
And in high demand.
