You meet her and she is beautiful
She is desirable to your eyes
Her insides you do not care about
Yet you want to see what’s inside
Her spirit is so free
She seems to float on air
There is something about her
This has been made very clear
She feels comfort around you
You can tell that by looking in her eyes
She use to doubt your trust
But now she never questions why
And in that moment she becomes your prey
You have her in a trap
Something you admire for purely physically
Around your finger she is now wrapped
But stop please, for a second
Just finally take the time
To dwell a little deeper
Look under the flesh into her mind
She is her and HER is beautiful
At this moment she is so pure and kind
Her spirit is beautiful
And so is her mind
Her care for you is genuine
Your deceit she cannot see
She is blinded by her love for you
You are blinded by what you can’t see
From woman comes all life
For man he plants the seed
And then comes you and I
A product from the life tree
A being that should be esteemed
But you are about to treat like trash
She is woman like your mother
But in your mind she is a piece of ass
A pity that men sometimes can’t respect the bearers
The bearers of human life
To be treated as toy
And then thrown out of site
But when the tables turn
And HER becomes she
Emotions become mixed
And then men finally see
She is mother
She is daughter
She is sister
She is aunt
She is cousin
She is nanny
She is grandma
She is niece
She is HER and HER is She
So be careful what you do
For the same wrongs you do to HER
She will encounter too
You meet HER and she is beautiful
She is desirable to your eyes
Her insides you do not care about
Yet you want to see what’s inside
But treat her right young man
Don’t make that glow in her spirit die
For seeds are also planted in actions
And in thoughts they do thrive
Don’t make her fear you and your kind
Don’t taint her lovely thoughts
For man comes from woman
But without man she is lost
“Men be careful how you treat women. Be careful what you say. For She can be HER someday, and then you will run out of words to say. For she is someone’s daughter and she is someone’s friend, and the way that you decide to treat her can dictate how she sees other men….” –Monica Renata