I wrote a poem for all the beautiful, plain, strong, weak women who surround my existence. I called it SheLEADS. I want to share it with you, here enjoy; She is far more precious than Jewels She is Gracious, She Gets Honour She is Beautiful, Plain, Call it what You may in Appearance She Leads. She Opens Her Hand To the Poor She reaches out her hands to the needy Strength & dignity are her clothing She laughs at the time to come She is not contentious and vexing She does not send her man to the roof corner She Leads. She opens her mouth with wisdom and in her tongue is the law of kindness She does not eat the bread of idleness She is not quarellsome and fretful She Leads. Serious, not slander...

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