Peculiar Stories Untold

Females

Females around the globe,
Delicate and precious,
However, this certain soul,
Is beautiful as a pink rose.

Two neat braids woven by a brush,
Hanging on the side of her head,
Used as an alternative paintbrush,
Not for display but for one thing instead.

A world she live in for now,
Quite hectic and hellish,
For females like her somehow,
The mistreatment she wants to abolish.

Got pain, no gain, but she prays,
Anything for just one thing,
Will she be abused again? No way,
And she will cut her strings.

Detail by detail—she paints,
A spirit of fortitude she possess,
For one thing in her heart and brain,
Art is her way to express.

Glowing and shining before her,
A world she necessitates for long,
Without doubts she entered,
A world where everyone gets along.

©PeculiarPat34

Author's very long note:

I know this is quite late to talk about, but I wanted to share something. I stayed up late last night to read articles about Feminism and especially about Pres. Trump's inauguration. I've seen many women and children also, united as one. I liked that but then I saw this post about Madonna (who was one of the people who marched) threatening to blow up the White House. People were saying she was a bad influence while others (and Madonna) said it was just a metaphor. I don't even know why I'm into this, I'm not even an American. But I support women's rights, I love my mother, I love my female friends who I treat as big sisters. But don't get me wrong, I equally love my father and my male friends also. I don't see anything bad of not supporting this. God said, Love everyone and everything.

And about this poem, I dedicate this to all females and my female Swiftie friend. For those who're confused, this girl's peculiarity is making temporary portals through painting by using her braids as brush. I guess that's all.

Have a good day! 😊😊😊