A Flower’s Pride

Peeriya Pongsarigun; John Viano

A woman’s hands hold firmly
the righteousness of which she is worthy.
Her muscles create a masterpiece.
She is not bewitched by golden fleece.

A woman’s feet climb up to her dreams;
Determined and brave, she seems.
She loves her people and fights like a warrior —
not giving up until the war is over.

A woman’s eyes look toward a better life.
The world is too big just to be someone’s wife.
She sees the world as if it were hers,
not wasting time seducing men — as they might prefer!

A woman’s heart is determined for success.
Her strong heart leads to genuine progress.
She works hard; her hands are never free,
to prove she is as human as a man can be.

A woman’s life tells right from wrong.
She has her seasons; she stands strong.
She deserves her rightful freedom —
to decide for whom to show her blossom.

A flower has thorns for protection.
A flower does not make false pretensions.
A flower blooms, like a woman, not a girl.
She stands for herself, and changes the world.