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Poetry

A Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"

She

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(S.S.)

You cut yourself, you bled
You hurt yourself, you cried.

You lust and loved, you create life
You screamed and cried, you bore life.

You battle a thousand storms,
Yet still always wore a smile.

You're hurt deep down,
But still say those words "I'm fine."

Your strength lies beyond that of beauty,
Your constant struggle is that of gender equality.

Your warm smile keeps the world on a constant revolution.
Your aberrations turned perfection.

Your body, elegant in nature, beautiful in creation.
Your kind heart, God's perfect design.

You have a name and you're proud of it.
You have a name, You're called;

Woman.