is it not a woman

is it not a woman who
never knows what to do
but follow her heart,
what she feels so true—

beating back and forth,
still, she sees it through,
systolic, diastolic—
she bleeds for you!

and man gives in blood
by the strength of his stand,
each beat he hears
a straight command:

seek honor by grace and the might of your hand,
and let fear, then, disappear wherever you can!

and like lines and curves, drawn together,
one is free, and one goes on, forever—

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