HER-O
A tribute to women for Women’s History Month
Dedicated to the women of the world. It’s because of them that we are living in the world.
They gave life and they’re always saving life. I’m a good man because a woman raised me right.
They are the sisters to misters and mothers to brothers. The reason we love each other taking care of one another.
The better half of a husband and wife. We would be nowhere without these givers of life.
A great woman is a purposeful soul with maternal instincts that always nurture the soul.
Forgive me for every time I tried to doubt you. The man I am today wouldn’t be standing here without you.
A diamond in the rough, a gem and a pearl. We will always be thankful to the women of the world.
Without women the beauty of the world is a blur and you can’t spell hero without “her”.
About the Creator
Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Comments (3)
This is beautiful and uplifting. Thanks for your wonderful words and tribute to women, Joe! 💕🙂
So lovely
So beautiful 🥰