You are a woman.
Skin and bones.
Veins and nerves.
Hair and sweat.
You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.
If you grow up the type of woman men want to hold, you can let them hold you.
And know this,
know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.
Let the statues crumble, you have always been the place.
You are a woman who can build it yourself.
You were born to build, not just your own place. But also the universe.
For women creates the whole existence of this universe.
YOU ARE READING
A Recollection : Sincerely, me.
شِعرFancy words, and sad things. "Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I don't know what's worse : Drowning beneath the waves, or dying from the thirst." NOTE : If you guys want to share these poems please menti...
