The thing is
To the girls who have also been
Broken
And swept over
Dirt thrown on
And beaten
Don't get their own fairy godmothers
To save them
Nor a Prince to rescue them
But they still
Survive
And make their own
Life
Honestly
You should be terrified of
These women
Because at the end of the day
They don't need you
To save them
They'll cut their hair
And save themselves
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The Thinking Thoughts of a Stubbornly Open Minded Young Woman
PoetryFiddling pencil. Thinking thoughts. English scribbles of words. Songs of thought. Spoken words whispered into the night From a contemplating, sleepless soul. The Thinking Thoughts of a Stubbornly Open Minded Young Woman
