They call her
Weak,
Vulnerable,
Useless.
"You are a woman after all,"
They said.
But she's more than what
They think she is.
She's an ocean of
Strength,
Courage,
Beauty.
She holds the power
Behind her cerulean eyes
To sustain life and
Drown it too.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
They call her
Weak,
Vulnerable,
Useless.
"You are a woman after all,"
They said.
But she's more than what
They think she is.
She's an ocean of
Strength,
Courage,
Beauty.
She holds the power
Behind her cerulean eyes
To sustain life and
Drown it too.
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