The Variation Mystic Of The Woman Within

A Response to a Post on another Site; The Variation Mystic of the Woman Within
  
A very uplifting analogy to the core of my brain, I have to say.  
   
Your analogy to the quintessence of femininity is intense to the mind to adhere in one glace and one breath. Nevertheless, I appreciate the element of how you presented a male perspective in its collective forum of classifying the true qualities, which makes up the nucleus of a woman, in addition, the measurement of  a woman’s structure to discern her worth; not only in the bedroom, or the boardroom, but in society as a feminine being.    
   
To bear the burden of one flaws is to accept the burden of it originality. In your beautiful narrative; flaws of life, to some could be a blessing; the will to submit, adhere, and to accept what has been done, will be.    
   
And a curse to others; flaws from reproduction, flaws of past turbulence within one’s soul, which has kept the woman oppressed throughout our history.    
   
I totally agree with you, the brain is the stem-cell of the intellectual aspect of a woman, however let’s give praise to her heart’s mechanism, as you have; to love, to forgive, or to oppress, it is a dual acceptance, the heart cannot make one do what the brain cannot assent.    
   
Flaws or imperfections in this society has always befallen on deaf ears to the male counterpart.    
Society has been brainwashed to believe beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and ugly is to the bone. No matter what, excuse the chignon my friend, no Millennium Frankenstein, who has the gift to interpret the vivacity of a woman, yet, the same homo-sapiens placed on the earth, who have lost the battle in upholding the regality of women in all her splendor glory; her beauty to nurture and bear the blunt of silent marks time or love could never heal.  
   
The Adam without the Eve syndrome is prevalent here today. I would love the day when some, not all men could really appreciate the inner beauty of a woman. He could come to really understand the struggle some not all had to endure, through the Jim Crow Era, the fight to have laws passed, only to allow women a voice to vote. In this political era under the watchful eye of the media.  
 
Our bodies is viewed as a pastime to a man’s fantasies. Thank goodness, in some countries it is shielded out of respect.    
   
The womb that gives life is a beautiful blessing, or to a woman who stands to be fruitless, to solely rely on the beautiful womb of another. Whereas, in some countries, sadly the pathway to give life is mutilated, and deemed to be a curse.    
   
One could only hope, men in general would come to feel this way about women, as you have taken the time to mentally compose what every woman wants; a voice to be heard, a heart to love, and a mind to gain knowledge, and use it to be a force to reckon in life.  
   
I hope I have not insulted any reader with my broad in-in depth analysis of this narrative.    
 
My poet you have raised the bar on this one for me, and for a philosopher your words of poetry speak great volumes to any reader.  
   
Love and Hugs,  
SKC