Emotional Creature

I'm a woman, trust me I'm no doll
To get to the highest mountain I stumble and fall
I shed a tear and bear for all
    Though stronger is gravity
I shall not in dust roll
              For with dignity
I standeth tall
There's a refuge in I er' being home canest call
Tis warm, tender and sometimes sore to the touch
As I gather all my feelings that wanders around in a single hutch
As they are the last in my bizarre collection of memories, unwillingly I clutch
Men are illiterate to females
As they cannot read a single thought they produce
I'm driven by a simple crush that I didn't even induce
As I muse...
He stabs my wound
Yet I run forth to him so he'd caress them to be hound
With the use that I imperfectly control
I'm a woman whose wicked ways are far from foul
So feminine and perfectly carved by the spiritual soul
Heart intertwined by the hands of pureness
My physical appearance portrays weakness
Sometimes my tears are mistaken by sadness
But a simple glimpse of joy that my heart stares into triggers blissfulness
As my internal organs enthusiastically reveals strength
Vigor remains clinged on I manifestly as I giveth birth
I am a woman that captures every moment with rapture
I am the emotional creature