And to those that, no matter how hard, climb hills on heels, swaying hips sideways like it’s where they get tips of life, those that make up new faces to hide the canals of sweltering tears on their cheeks, and still stand strong enough to put on a smile and say I’m ok, everything is ok, and all that sort of things, even though they wake up not certain what the day will bring they get up with heartful of love like they bank roses in Rosebank.
Those that go through all the bullcrap we, men, heartlessly and unnecessarily, put them in without giving a damn how painful it feels for them to love us when they could choose not to.
Those that breathes dry air just so their families can take in the good one, and sleep with their stomachs full, the ones that open their hearts and leave them hanging on the washing line so their men can come back to a clean home when tired of being pigs in the sties of the who*es who eat married men merrily in the expense of those that cook for and clean them.happy women’s month...
Ru.
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