I am a woman
A planter of freedom-
I've buried oppression
In my underground breast
So liberation can overshadow
My pain and despair
My

Rise as equals; rise and be.

To the mothers at present,
and those yet to be.
You must rise and make changes,
to render you free.
Or

Why women come to world? I am trying to find out.
To beaten , to harassed and to hear every loud shout.
To ignored, rejected

WHAT A WOMAN WANTS

Don't treat me like a man.
I know that's what you think,
that we want to wear pants
and be the boss,
thinking

The human tree
Has a right
To grow every leaf
To grow every fruit
On equal terms
With nature

The roots of God
Have not refused
The