I am a woman,
And i have a sensitive soul,
My heart do enjoy the poetry,
My heart is my consciousness,
My heart lives and feels.

I am a voice,
And i have something to say,
This pencil i am writing with,
Is the bearer of all my joys and pains,
Yesteday, today and forever.

I am a sweet flower,
That all poets want to smell,
What kind of fragrance do i have?
Is it the freshness of a woman wisdom
Or is the sweetness of a girl?