Trying To Be A Man Is A Waste of Woman



It’s like a beautiful glare each time we cast our eyes their way, something to live for, something to appreciate. What on earth could be more delicate, special and precious than a gem? Undermined but yet full of potential. We appreciate the direction we are taking, the element of treating women as second citizens. It's fading away like the morning mist which diffuses into thinner air as the day lapses. Now everything is put at par and much recognition is put to honor the good cause of equality. What else could we have asked for, all that they bring is joy and serenity? They have the power to incubate naturally and give life.
So my oration then defines a woman as an epitome of care and love, soft and vulnerable but strong and vibrant. Today I would love to take this opportunity to appreciate the female version of humankind for they are the source of pride in all our lives. If you give a woman anything raw or half-done she will definitely make something worth appreciating. They are a pinnacle of grace and love. Each time our proud tongues utters the words of praise and recognition they continue to be beautified and rise like a proverbial phoenix.

An appreciation of one does not disregard the other. No, it is just the amazing grace we should shine upon them. A reminder to all that ability is a common feature in every creation. See her as a Human Being not just a woman. Not quite a clear statement but firm. It's not a battle of the sexes or a defining moment of who does what and who doesn't. We really strong in our own sense, recognize the brilliance, not the pants. Women and men were born differently with different abilities and strengths. LET'S SHINE LIGHT ON THE TALENT!




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