Woman they call her.
Before now, the roles were clear.
Homemaker was hers.
Alongside a strong man, she blossomed, made a haven, readied
herself for procreation.
Raised seed within her and nurtured with all of her strength
the next generation.
No one asked her opinion about those things for which she
had not been prepared.
Stealthily, she was drawn in.
Her strength, normally reserved
for wiping tears and cleaning scrapes was called upon to support him.
Help me!
His eyes cried behind closed doors.
But you must do it and never take credit or
I will make you pay.
Before she knew it, the open space heard of her imput on one
of those days he was feeling gracious.
Other eyes peered at her with renewed understanding…respect,
almost.
He saw those looks and wondered, but why?
She is but a
helper.
Focus on ME!
Strong, in charge, capable, Master!
She drew on strength for more strength for him.
She combined what it seemed impossible to do.
She emerged as
if from a cocoon.
He shakes his head in confusion.
What happened?
Where is my
woman?
Why is she unavailable?
Who is this colossus?
She. The. Woman.
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