I Don’t Think There Has Ever Been a Woman Like You

You won’t stand for the conventional man, whose approach is repeatable, unreliable, and incomprehensible. You don’t gain satisfaction or your life’s ambition by stepping on the backs of the depressed, regressed, and often lacking men of the world, but you seek to empower, uphold, and uplift him to be a powerful leader. Woman you treasure your body and treat it as a holy temple. Only a man who is worth your time and worth his grain in salt is able to obtain you. He can never possess you, for you are not some simple treasure to be stolen and hidden, but a gift to be honored and adored. Your smile is not tainted by self-hatred and loathing. You embrace your sister, make powerful your sister, you treat her with the same respect you demand, and you never tear her down or eviscerate her with your words or gossip.

Woman you are as rubies that shine in the darkest of night. You raise your daughters to be beautiful and modest. Your prowess is unique and your self-esteem is flawless. You do not seek the bed of your sisters’ husband, but radiantly illuminates the bedroom in which your own husband dwells. You seek the happiness of others and you nurture the wounds of your family in your bosom. Your tears are shed for your sisters whose wombs are killed daily by the poison of pleasure. You ache in pain for the misery of lost children and destroyed families. You don’t tolerate the words of a foolish man or the hands of a man too weak to love you with his hands, but instead tries to strike your esteem into submission.

You love unconditionally and you recognize a good thing when you see one. Woman you hold on to your dreams even when they seem fantasy. You recognize your gift and understand the truth behind submission and not subjugation. Your first love is God and you honor Him mind, body, and soul. You stand ready to defend your family and to speak highly of your kin. Your words are as soft as feathers and they soothe even the most poisonous of wounds. You treat yourself with kindness and you don’t give yourself away to anyone.

Where is this woman? Is she a transient being whose light is smothered by the darkness of this world? Does this woman have the potential birthed within her, or is it thrashed about as she is left to learn of the world on her own? Woman I see you as a woman, and yet your word seeps sorrow and destruction.
You are treated as a tool for breeding and you allow your body to be used up to depletion. How long will you defile your sister? How long will you destroy one another? How long will you cast your pearls before the swine of lust and pride? Is there no remnant of women who can be called wife? Are you unable to walk in your beauty and stand before God as the treasure He created?

Will you not correct the wrong that has befallen you? Will you not begin to clothe yourself with dignity and clothe your daughters as well? Is profane language and invisible clothing your only outlet? Will you bring this woman to life?

I don’t know if this woman ever existed?

"I think us as men become so use to learning to treat women as sperm receptacles that we overlook when we have a gift before us. Then again the world needs more women who looks and treat themselves as treasure rather than a sperm deposit box! -

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