They are the mirrors of all women,

perfectly defined by nature.

seventh heaven of the discontented,

the Achilles heel of the deceitful.

call them sisters, yet they are just friends.

they are rough diamond,

that occurs once in a blue moon.

comforter of the uncomfortable,

salt of the earth.

I for one don’t call them friends,

I call them home.

they are the warmth,

below and above the earth surface.

their smiles create the warm atmosphere,

hugs and kisses they give,

make the day shine more brighter.

they are mount Zion,

unshakable.

unbreakable like steel.

light in the darkness,

compel that pushes other woman to do better.

call them sisters,

I call them home