Dear Man, What is a Woman to You?

  "What"? Didn't the question should be, who is a woman to you?

   A superb human being who undergoes a cycle, one who conceives from her womb, a powerful splendid fighter for life. A woman who is a glory to creation. As a woman,  I stand up for pride,  beauty and wisdom. Deciphering the codes of the male specie. Walking tall with class and virtue.  Someone who is worth for every time and dime. A woman may have been invariably intricate but still is deserving of passion and loyalty. The definition is so broad that I can't condensed anymore.

  But there goes the XY chromosome, wanting so much of her. Her breasts, her buttocks, her skinny waistline, her whole figure, her pretty face and perhaps, her heart. Demanding her to do this, do that and she does accordingly, even though he is self-centered and egotistical. She's blinded by all what she sees. But when she's jaded, she'll do the rants, nagging and complaining. She doesn't deserve to be maltreated, annoyed and betrayed. And eventually, there follows a revenge for all the dishonesty. Beware of what she can do and what she can't do for love.

  And just for the record, a woman is not a property (that you have the rights to own) nor a trophy for exhibit. A woman will still choose chivalry to redeem her and loves compliment. She is not a slave, but full of resilience on every mishaps that will be stumbled upon.

  The Hebrew Talmud says: “Be very careful if you make a woman cry because God counts her tears. Every tear a woman shed is equivalent of a man’s sacrifices in life. The woman came from a man’s rib — not on his feet to be stepped on; not on his head to be superior, but on his side to be equal; under his arms to be protected and near his heart to be loved.”

   For you man, be gentle enough to know what makes a woman hurt. Be sensitive enough to be a knight in shining armor.