MY MAKEUP

MY MAKEUP

While growing up I use to wonder why do we have males and females...hmm let's leave all those Sunday school teaching aside for now. Lols. I wonder a lot and I thought within me 'can't we just have one similar name? As in nothing like male or female in the picture but as I progress in knowledge I saw that there is something spectacular that brought about the segregation, I don't know maybe I'm the only one in this shoe...lol. There's something special in me that makes me a female, makes me a woman, makes me a daughter, makes me a wife, makes me a mother Oh! yeah! Something extraordinary!. I am too simple but yet complex no one can understand my makeup except my creator who took time to mould me. No wonder he said I am fearfully and wonderfully made; he took his time to design my look, he carefully moulded me in his fine hands... hmmm.. You can't understand neither the biology nor the physiology behind what he has done It is too complex to explain, so on this note I know I am just too different and unique; so I cannot be referred to anything other than 'A Woman'. 

Woman is a word with many meanings you'll keep on finding meanings to it until eternity. I am an embodiment of something that can only be explain by my creator and nobody else.

 To talk of my roles? They are too numerous, some call me daughter, some friend, some wife, some mother, some mum I am just too many for one body! My makeup are just too interwoven to understand what is inside. 

No wonder I am too delicate to be looked upon, Too fragile to touch

Too weak to be mishandled, Too complex!

My makeup is not understandable!

My makeup is unexplainable!

My makeup is inexpressible!

My makeup is complex!

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