She carries the weight of the world in her womb,
The cradle of life, where dreams begin to bloom.
Yet shadows lurk in the corners of the night,
Seeking to snuff out her radiant light.
Her voice, a melody of ancient lore,
Echoes of strength that can't be ignored.
But still, they try to bind her in chains,
To silence her truth, to stifle her pains.
She is the mother of all that is pure,
Yet her safety is never assured.
In a world where brutality reigns,
She stands tall, despite the stains.
From the dark alleys where violence breeds,
To the silent screams that no one heeds,
She fights with a fire that never fades,
A beacon of hope through the darkest of days.
Against the scourge of trafficking’s hand,
And the vile touch of a brutal brand,
She rises, a phoenix from the ash,
Refusing to be just another flash.
Her body, pious and pure, sacred and strong,
Yet violated in a world gone wrong.
But she, the unyielding flame, survives,
For she is life, and in her, it thrives.
Let the world remember, let them see,
She is not just a victim, but she is free.
For in every woman, there lies the seed,
Of courage, of power, of unbreakable creed.
So, to the world, let this be known,
She is the mother, her spirit has grown.
Protect her, honor her, let her be,
For in her safety, lies humanity’s key.
She walks the path of wisdom's light,
Like a tree of life, she reaches new height.
With gentle hands, she moulds the clay,
For she knows, 'A soft answer turns wrath away.'
Her heart, a wellspring of kindness deep,
In her care, the lost find sleep.
For she knows, 'Her children rise and call her blessed,'
In her strength, they find their rest.
When the stormy winds of trouble blow,
She whispers, 'Trust in the Lord with all you know.'
Her steps are guided by wisdom’s call,
For she knows, 'Pride comes before a fall.'
Even in the night when tears are sown,
She clings to the truth, 'She is far more precious than stone.'
Her endurance, a shield against life’s pain,
For she knows, 'With humility comes honor and gain.'
When the world forgets its way and errs,
She remembers, 'Her mouth speaks wisdom, her tongue is rare.'
In her, the truth forever stands,
For she knows, 'A virtuous woman works with eager hands.'
So let her light continue to shine,
A guardian of humanity, pure and divine.
For in her, the future is written clear,
'Her worth is above rubies, and she is to be revered.'
Her strength, a fortress in times of strife,
For she knows, 'Her price is far above the pearls of life.'
With wisdom as her daily bread,
She walks the path where angels tread.
Her hands, they build, they never destroy,
'For a wise woman builds her house with joy.'
She gathers the lost, she heals the broken,
With every deed, her love is spoken.
In her eyes, the future is bright,
For she knows, 'Her lamp never goes out at night.'
Even when the world is cold and cruel,
Her faith remains, her heart a jewel.
When the righteous fall, she helps them rise,
'For her strength is clothed in righteousness, a disguise.'
Her laughter echoes through the halls,
'For she laughs at the time to come,' never stalls.
In every storm, she stands her ground,
For she knows, 'Her feet are firmly on the rock, not on the sand.'
When the wicked plot, she does not fear,
For she whispers, 'God is near.'
Her spirit, unbroken, forever free,
'For she knows, a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.'
Her life, a testament of grace,
In her, all of humanity finds its place.
So let her walk with honor and pride,
'For in her heart, the truth does abide.'
For she is the guardian, the keeper of light,
And in her safety, the world is made right.
To all the women who've borne the scars,
Your strength outshines even the stars.
'Though bruised, not broken, you rise anew,'
In your courage, the world finds its truth, its view.

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