This poem whose theme is the woman is out a bit ' The general context and not as' it 'in its vernacular' in rhyme.
All women
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For a thin design are there;
too, fragile, along with other children.
Maybe with other colors in various costumes;
in other distant lands, but as you walk;
with head bowed or high forehead.
Women who see the good and bad, sharing sweat and toil
bear or rebel, to bless or curse.
In this poor country but rich, with very little peace and war.
They can not get to see or hide the world from your eyes,
them are, and record the minimum blink
universe and with it your will to live and think.
Your constant struggle for a better future, and your dignity.
Please hold on again, for your children and your being a woman.
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