We womans,
We are as worthy as golds and diamonds,
No one can break us,
But why are we always hurting?
We are supposed to raise our standards higher than how our beloved fathers treat us,
But why do we go low for mans?
Why do we always choose to settle for less?
Aren't we womans?
The truth is dears,
Love make us blind.
We are entities that are always blinded by a sweet word or gesture called love.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
