Poetry - Woman Is a State of Mind

Woman Is a State of Mind
By:  Carol Jean (2016)

Woman is a state of mind, not a number.  
It is Spunk grounded by Grace, and 
Beauty balanced by Wisdom.  
It is Courage fortified by Convictions, and
Strength earned through Experience. 
It is Passion found in Presence, and 
Determination fueled by Desire.
It is loving.  It is living.  It is being with every breath. 
Woman is a state of mind, not a number.
It is an air.  It is an attitude.  And it is attainable.




Musical Reflection:  Little Bird by Annie Lennox

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