You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat?

Donika Kelly
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor,...
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor,...
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor,...
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor,...
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You bear a sword and shield, remind me of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast will your blade free next? What call will you loose from another woman's throat? A quote by poet Simonides is about the beauty of women and the power of their sacrifice. The beauty of a woman is in her labor and in her stoning gaze. She is not only the reward for the labor of labor but also the reward for the labor of bearing and raising children. She is a symbol of strength and she gives us all strength and protection.

Source: Bestiary: Poems

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