Conflicted by the never ending feeling of being accepted, lusting for affection, needing everlasting redemption, feening to be heard , yet no one hears my whispers, wanting to be loved yet Cupid took his hand off his trigger, screaming oh so loud but not making a sound , oh how I found that this world is way too loud, yet no one heard the cries of the wailing girl, she cries alone in her own little world, feeling helpless she climbed so high, and at that moment she felt like she could fly , with one foot on the ledge she danced with the moon, and looking down at the ground she saw something she never knew, the world once big , is now somehow small, The small brittle girl feeling powerful and tall, she stepped off the ledge ready to take the world by storm, that once weak girl now feeling really strong, her voice heard and it's loud and proud, not looking for love but it is somehow found, no more tears dropped and she's wearing her crown . The skin of a woman is strong and PROUD
-Ashanti