The men play games as they lay claims,
You're the slave of the bolder and freer, yes it's us,
O' people possessed by these thoughts of carte blanche,
Liberty is indivisible, then why serve it to only half the humanity?This history is fraught, it's naught but meritless,
The rules are different for every man jack,
This freedom is futile & harmony is endangered,
It's due season, come break this norm senseless.Holy feminine, you're a captive of thoughts that aren't yours,
Recollect those noblest deeds God hath given you,
Wipe your tears, fortify your mind,
Your dreams, your emancipation,
If you seek, you shall find.O' women, let your visions go past infinity,
Strive for deliverance from these fringes called laws,
Let flames of salvation ignite the souls,
Awaken the glory and defy the confines of prejudice!
Your burning heart, your ultimate dream will suffice.
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A Clash with the Wilderness
PoetryTo be human is to be lead by the soul, be valiantly vulnerable; lion-hearted and confident in what can be offered to you and what you can give in return. Insecurity has to be absorbed in this progress; it takes distinct bravery to get to a place wh...