A Woman I am
You call me impure the day I bleed,
You bring down shame to that breast who feed.
You disgrace my honor by doing me wrong,
Proving me weak you feel so strong.
But it's time for you to learn this pain,
Insulting womanhood gives no gain.
If respecting a woman is never you can,
Then I feel sorry to call you a man.
So, why talk much when I know I'm right,
You may take your way and I'll bleed with pride.
Your mean words for me are spam,
Worthy of respect a Woman I am.