She wears it with her head held high,
Will not tolerate disrespect, betrayal or lies.
It is heavy, not that she ever wants it to be light.
And if there is one thing she knows for sure -
Control over herself will never
Be the collateral damage in a lost fight.
When wars are waged against her
She will ride into battle with her crown steadily affixed
And emerge unequivocally triumphant.
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To Grow
PoetryFor those that need a dose of self-love. A collection of poetry that begins in the mind of a girl with wild flowers in her wild hair.
