She put her life on hold
Before she was 20 years old
She fought so hard everyday
For her bouncing little baby
At night she can barley stand
Cause every shift is shoved into her hands
She loves until her heart bleeds out
She'll love her baby until it gives out
She wears her armer in her skull
Her sword is her hands with the weight of the world they pull
She's used to being judged by people
Guys think she's easy
Women think she's a whore
Underneath all of her armor is a person
A person who hurts
A person who has learned how to heal quickly
Don't make assumptions about this warrior
She is stronger than you could ever imagine
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Girls Like Me
PoetryWords of encouragement for the feminists that are proud of who they are.This is informal and not structured at all.
