Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

women of power

We were born to provoke,

Not to stroke,

Your ego,

Or your dick,

We're not chicks,

We are women.

And women of power,

We shall strive to be.

We were born to reclaim,

Our thrones and our crowns.

And we can rule our kingdoms,

Both in armour and in gowns,

And we are neither superior nor inferior to men,

We can stand on top of mountains,

And take shelter in damp dens.

And when we rise we rise with the glory of the morning sun,

Don't stare or shame us or you shall burn,

But not half as gloriously as stars.