You are

The most beautiful sight I have ever witnessed

The picture painters speak of in their dreams

Sculpted by the hands of God

Created to be adorned

You are

Soft and calm

Yet the winds howl in your silence

Kings are birthed through your pain

Conquerors nurtured in your arms

You are

Not this drunken hag spewing refuse

Nor the hound boys perceive you to be

Not the strumpet johns drool over

Not the bane of man’s existence

You are

Sweet and sincere

Timid and strong

You are woman

You are golden

You are exceptionally you