Don't let anyone ever tell you
you're just a woman,
sweet girl,
they don't know what you're capable of.
Oceans will cease to flow,
at the word from your lips.
Mountains will fall,
at the swing of your hips.
Cities will be brought down,
by your beauty alone.
They see it as a weakness,
the power you hold.
Your eyes will captivate them,
luring them to their death.
Your voice will soothe them,
as you fill them with poison.
You are a goddess,
a warrior,
a queen.
And they will bow down before you.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
