The wind plays in her hair
Stands on grass, with feet bare
All worldly curses away,nothing to care
She screams from mountains"I'm back here"
At stars she stares
Calling her out but those dark lurking fears
Her courage,her confidence she wears
In daylight steps out to shine like Sun and near
The growling voices, path stoppers
this time she'll tear
pave the path through dense forest to her waiting future
She's not feeling the pain,torture her, she'll bear
Pray but she'll never grow sad anymore,cause happiness is too sheer
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Call Me A Feminista
PoetryTo every woman I know and don't. Few words of empowerment for everyone,you, me, my poetic mistress Daydream and women, of course. We are all feminists in one way or the other. So I tried to put it up with the words I could. Also, representing a voic...
