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Women's Intuition
My women's Intuition gives me this sneaking suspicion
that the truth is really different from this story you're presenting
My Women's Intuition says something has changed
Something's very strange and I can't decide who's to blame
My Woman's Intuition keeps me up late at night
makes me wonder if its right if its even worth the fight
My Women's Intuition tells me somethings going down
Notices you're not around Catches every whispered sound
My Woman's Intuition is driving me crazy
Has me wondering 'maybe' What's been going on lately?
My Woman's Intuition puts these bugs in my ear
'Why isn't he here? ' 'Does he still even care? '
My Woman's Intuition senses something's wrong
Has known it all along Seems to be quite strong
My Woman's Intuition continues to bring it up
Wants to know what's up Made me look it up
My Woman's Intution saw every message you sent
Followed every where you went Tracked every minute you spent
My woman's Intuition took note of where you've been
Thinks it's time for this to end Doesn't want to be your friend
Ericka Johnson
My village
The mountains rich in stone,
The meadows full of grass,
The fields replete with wheat,
Beyond them is a river.
Across from it the village
With church and rows of gravestones,
And standing all around it
Are humble, tiny houses.
Frigid is the water,
The wind blows, but no matter,
The nightingale proclaims it:
Gazelle-like are the women.
Lying in the shade, men
Playing, busy chatting,
Misfortune cannot strike them,
For they're living off their women.
Women in the fields, and
In the vineyards, women,
Women harvest hay, all
Day and night a-toiling.
Women do the threshing,
Reap the harvest, women,
Leaving before sunrise,
After dark returning!
For their husbands, women
Scorch out in the sunshine,
Working, never resting
Not even on a Sunday!
Poor Albanian woman,
All the time a-slaving,
And when homeward's wending,
Makes both lunch and supper.
What about your husband
Lounging by the fountain?
Oh, my wretched woman,
You run, too, the household!
Andon Zako Çajupi
Woman
Woman is the mother and
Symbol of love empathy
And patience.
Man is created from woman
And woman is worshiping
As God mother.
Woman is nature and
greatest strength lies
In innate motherhood.
Mother is creative and
Mother has life-giving power
Mother, mother and mother.
Woman-mother and mother-woman
Is not a pleasure-giving object
Let us come and give her respect.
Failing to give due respect
Means invitation to our own
Destruction in our own abject.
gajanan mishra
My women's Intuition gives me this sneaking suspicion
that the truth is really different from this story you're presenting
My Women's Intuition says something has changed
Something's very strange and I can't decide who's to blame
My Woman's Intuition keeps me up late at night
makes me wonder if its right if its even worth the fight
My Women's Intuition tells me somethings going down
Notices you're not around Catches every whispered sound
My Woman's Intuition is driving me crazy
Has me wondering 'maybe' What's been going on lately?
My Woman's Intuition puts these bugs in my ear
'Why isn't he here? ' 'Does he still even care? '
My Woman's Intuition senses something's wrong
Has known it all along Seems to be quite strong
My Woman's Intuition continues to bring it up
Wants to know what's up Made me look it up
My Woman's Intution saw every message you sent
Followed every where you went Tracked every minute you spent
My woman's Intuition took note of where you've been
Thinks it's time for this to end Doesn't want to be your friend
Ericka Johnson
My village
The mountains rich in stone,
The meadows full of grass,
The fields replete with wheat,
Beyond them is a river.
Across from it the village
With church and rows of gravestones,
And standing all around it
Are humble, tiny houses.
Frigid is the water,
The wind blows, but no matter,
The nightingale proclaims it:
Gazelle-like are the women.
Lying in the shade, men
Playing, busy chatting,
Misfortune cannot strike them,
For they're living off their women.
Women in the fields, and
In the vineyards, women,
Women harvest hay, all
Day and night a-toiling.
Women do the threshing,
Reap the harvest, women,
Leaving before sunrise,
After dark returning!
For their husbands, women
Scorch out in the sunshine,
Working, never resting
Not even on a Sunday!
Poor Albanian woman,
All the time a-slaving,
And when homeward's wending,
Makes both lunch and supper.
What about your husband
Lounging by the fountain?
Oh, my wretched woman,
You run, too, the household!
Andon Zako Çajupi
Woman
Woman is the mother and
Symbol of love empathy
And patience.
Man is created from woman
And woman is worshiping
As God mother.
Woman is nature and
greatest strength lies
In innate motherhood.
Mother is creative and
Mother has life-giving power
Mother, mother and mother.
Woman-mother and mother-woman
Is not a pleasure-giving object
Let us come and give her respect.
Failing to give due respect
Means invitation to our own
Destruction in our own abject.
gajanan mishra
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