I met a woman
Who I didn’t understand
She spoke soft, loud,
She spoke strong
When she walked
Her steps made many songs
Wins hearts, she won her man
I looked at that woman
And I didn’t like some of her
Verse, some of her songs
Still she held her head high
Never back down and she walk
With flow and with a command
I looked again and I began
To understand that she represent
Me and I represent her
All along and I love that great
Perceptive and powerful woman.

Empress M.