She has the cry of a bird locked in a cage.
She has the intelligence of a cat.
She has the roar of a lion.
She has the beauty of the sunrise.
Why is she irrelevant?
She was born to a poor mother.
She can make the future that a queen could envy.
Only then she would be known.
For now she'll struggle.
She'll go through the tornado of hope and failure.
Flying and colliding to make a name.
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The Truth of Being A Woman
PoetryThese are all very short stories about the struggles that women and girls go through in today's world. I wrote these going based off my life and many other women. It has allot of dark topics along with some uncomfortable ones. I'm adding one each da...
