Battle lines drawn
Like tiger stripes etched in time
You wear your scars like crowns
And cast your stones at mine
You see an empty vessel
Just the hole that's left inside
Useless, broken, shallow
A half-life undefined
Hold tight to your gavel,
Pound me down so I can rise
My choice
My chance
My circumstance
My truth I'll testify
What makes a woman worthy?
What makes a soul alive?
What makes you think you know me
And all that I've survived?
I've lived a thousand half-lives
Run the paths you dared not tread
Tasted bittersweet and sacrifice
And dreamt in shades of red
I'd do it all again
Though you could never comprehend
Each day my life begins anew
Because I chose the end.
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