All and All

All empowering

All encompassing

The eternal Mother

She is I and I is she. We are her and she is me.

Standing tall a statuesque. Man begs of her, share your very best.

She peers down on him with a glare of suspect. She was loved once and now fiercely protects what's left. Not even if she could would she choose to forget, growing from pain leaves no room for regret.

They travel to the depths of her valleys and are met with cliffhangers and rallies. All the while men toting around their gifts and salaries. They bid on a womans love, as if it hangs in a gallery.

She's left only with faces of a stranger. With the constant feel of danger biting at her heels, they'll pass blame on her character, her content, her reels.

Most connected and in tune when she stares at the moon & asks the world to become worthy of her womb. Why don't you?

You'd surely fail without her, won't you?

Humanity lacks and heavy burdens rest on her back. So she leaves extra space between you because although she has seen you she needs assurance, a man true of heart is not a common occurrence.

per usual they've offered up everything but.

Here you are gazing up at her as if she is the answer to your, "what"

Are you strong enough to be my man? Are you soft enough to give a damn?

To these questions I need answers, I'm not being high maintenance or pampered.

I am woman.

You blossom in my gardens and cut flowers when you shouldn't. Gifting them to the next queen, who appears consciously clueless.

Understand when I say no, or I couldn't.

Respect the curves on which you ride and allow the flow to pull your tide.

I won't ask much of you but I will ask that you set your pride aside.

I'll follow if you're worthy of being a guide.

I love it when you stand up tall, I cannot love a man so small.

I want a side kick who's just as good in the sequel.

We're surrounded by people, be patient and find your equal.