She is beauty, she is grace.
She will punch you in the face.
She’ll spar you till you’re sore.
Loves makeup through and through,
She’s a YouTube beauty guru.
Watch her back, her small waist,
As she beats you in the race.
She’ll raise children beyond reproach,
She’s a teacher, she’s a coach.
Her cooking, best by far
She has three Michelin stars.
She’ll bleed, not just from ‘wherever‘
When she takes a bullet as a favour.
She is tall, she is short.
She is plump and she’s not.
She’s a wife, she’s a mother
She’s a sister to a brother.
She’s a lover, she’s a friend
Always there to lend a hand.
It’s time that we start speaking
Of how our minds are leaking,
When we talk of any woman
As an object instead of a human.