I may not have the long hair with the sweet scent of vanillaI may not have the dresses, the slits, the tiara
I may not have the voices that will melt you
But I am still a fragile flower that needs some sun too
I may not be those who flicker their eyelashes
Those who have fair skin, camel legs, and curvy patches
I may be the one who eats two times as you
Or my size can fit us two
But can't I be considered a woman?
Because I can't be what they can?
Oh what a dark world we live in that has the audacity to pick
what light they wantI am a woman
I can pick a fight
I'm a woman
I don't need to be beautiful to be love
I'm a girl
Who seeks what I don't have
But I'm a person
Just like you
Bow to that
As I bow too
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One Hundred Fifty
De TodoFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...