Letter To My Heroine.

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I was young and didn't listen
When you were warning me about
The ugliness that lives in people
And how we'd not exist without
A bit of liars, and romantics
A lot of dreamers and some traitors
Without travelers and tellers
Swimmers, walkers and them sailors.
I wanted to believe in good
And you believed in it as well
But the reality is brute
And there's much more than that to tell.
First hand, I love you more than dearly
And i sincerely apologize
For every shouting, every screaming
And how i made you hurt inside.
The second, thanks for being honest
And tell me when to give it up
Or keep on going where I'm going
Or this world would've messed me up
Thank you for your fragile shoulders
That picked me up when i would fall
And even though you're getting older,
You're always lifting up the walls
Because inside of you, there's fear,
A lot of strength and lots of stress
But you taught me "no matter what
Don't be the damsel in distress"
I learned from you: to be a woman
Is more than being someone's Mrs.
It's being worth of a true man
The home, the food, even the kisses
It is about being wise
And playing dumb when it's required
And being rude, then being nice
The shouting and then being quiet
Cause woman isn't only sex
Or "raise the kids", or "clean the house"
It's anything you wish to get
And you don't really need a cause
To be yourself. To have some power
To live, and love, and have a plan
About your marvelous, big future
*and you don't always need a man*
Today, I'm here because of you
And i don't have to narrow in
The heroes labeled by this world;
I've got my own, one heroine.

Dedicated to my mother.

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