Dieing Breed
We Women we very Few
Of a dieing breed Craving
To do anything for that one
Man that we love so very dear.
But yet it seems they are blind
To what is right in their front view
Til one day their scenes of honest beauty,
Love, and Happiness is gone from
Their sight, all they have left is dull vision
And unable to see any Bright color of Joy.
We very few that are left in this world of
Values, Morals, and standards. We Few
Where do we come from?, A past that is
So horrid that ones mind is unable to
Bear the thought of such a life.
Yet We come froth and we stand Tall and
Strong, unmoving when everyone else takes
The path that is easy and smooth one of
No conscious the lack of everything that we
Are made of, but yet we few choose to
Take the road that is rough and hard and
Fight with blood and tears for everything
And everyone that is important to us.
Where does this leave us a dieing breed?
Because of who we are we have no place
For we are complicated, unable to be seen
By the ones we love most for our Love
Beauty comes from deep within our souls,
Which in return these few things have
Deep meaning for us very few. So Why
Would the ones we want to see us look
Toward that smooth and easy road? For
They wear everything on the surface
Once past that there is nothing else to achieve
And nothing more to gain, easy, no work,
Smooth.
So for the Ones that we Love most
And truly LOVE that cannot consume
What stand in the front view and turn?
Their gaze to that smooth and easy road
Their vision will defiantly become hazed
Without any hope of seeing the Bright and
Beautiful color.
True we of a dieing breed might be hard to
See at first, but once you have looked
Past the hardships and the work and
Deep into our souls you will find that
We can show you the beauty and the
Colors of Life that even a dream cannot
Capture. So take time to look not glace
And maybe even look a little closer you
Might just be surprised for
You just might have one of the
Dieing Breed
By
Maiyah
