Powerful women attract me.
Not because of how they look,
But because of the fire in their eyes.
Because they stand up for what's right.
Powerful women are what the world needs.
Capable, willful, fearless
In the eyes of the immorality, they contest.
Beautiful, these women stand strong.
Not for doing no wrong.
Not for pretty eyes or silky hair, flowing long.
Beautiful are they because they stay.
Unwavered by society's foul array
Of misdeeds and Man's greed.
If only the world, their beauty could see.
As I see.
Those graceful gladiators.
Fighting, with subtle pride, with unsurpassed bravery.
Fighting to save what's left of humanity.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
Powerful women attract me.
Not because of how they look,
But because of the fire in their eyes.
Because they stand up for what's right.
Powerful women are what the world needs.
Capable, willful, fearless
In the eyes of the immorality, they contest.
Beautiful, these women stand strong.
Not for doing no wrong.
Not for pretty eyes or silky hair, flowing long.
Beautiful are they because they stay.
Unwavered by society's foul array
Of misdeeds and Man's greed.
If only the world, their beauty could see.
As I see.
Those graceful gladiators.
Fighting, with subtle pride, with unsurpassed bravery.
Fighting to save what's left of humanity.
The other day, I watched a goddess at work, strong as any force of nature, maybe even stronger.
This is an ode to all those beautiful goddesses who have the power to save the world.
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