A woman's totem

Do you know what the sexist part of a woman's body is... Her mind, She can be fine as wine, A 9 or a dime, But the mind baby, is worth gold that I'm willing to uncover.  A woman's mind is sensitive to the touch; fragile like glass and sharper than a knife ; with the right person, I will show you a glass that can blush.  Remember you were,   Damaged but never broken,  Lost but found, Hidden but now on display,  Sweetheart, you are one of a kind,  and i'm... right on time.  The man you stopped searching for,  is now standing with a vision, it's crystal clear and with your permission, all you have to do… is move from behind the window  and open the door. Your cries that swamp your floors are no more.  The heart can heal but you must kneel, pray to god and ask him to build.  i'm not a preacher but I have a mother that believes in the man upstairs.  He told me we are humans with no cure to our feelings, But our spirit is bonded as this is the place for healing. Woman stand up, be beautiful because just the poem, you have a now have a totem