Loves mist is often drowned in the pretense of egos compromised by compromise. Heroines fall by immeasurable standards; meek, strong, loud subtle, wife and mother product of mans blunder. Who am I? Which lens do you choose today. Aphrodite exposed from natures natural way, my body a playground for mans stay. Shepard to wield both mystery and supernatural power. Raise your children emasculate you not. Loves bind often rots; once me once free soaring thru the air your lives binding, nailing, and delivering despair. Crosses to bear dresses to wear hair tucked politely ahead of who I am, I am the girl you’ve chosen to raise again and again– a generation of girls offering freedom for the win.