#strongwoman
Black Mare, Black Mare.
Do you know who you are?
The outside is clear to see,
But the inside, you have yet to meet.
Don’t let the mystery puzzle you Black Mare.
Dig deep and accept your power and truly get to know the real you.
The power that lives within is unimaginable.
Many can’t understand the fearlessness that you have,
But you Black Mare, oh you know exactly who you are.
You let the fear of the unknown stop you.
Life is only a chocolate box.
And fear is only an allusion programmed to you.
Black Mare, the world needs you.
Black Mare, don’t you know who you are?
Don’t you know that you were put here to do anything you could imagine?
You were put here to make a change.
To inspire the other Mares around you and behind you.
To let them know that they could be a Queen like you.
Black Mare, Black Mare,
Your blackness represents strength.
Your trot that turned into a strut is power and grace.
Black Mare, you were fashioned to be amazing.
That vision you have of yourself will come to pass.
Accomplish whatever you want.
Step out on faith and make this world yours.
And all you have to do is believe that you are everything you can and will become.
Black Mare, Black Mare you are a stunning sight to see.
Black Mare, Black Mare change your thoughts.
And become that woman that you are destined to be.
Mia J
-5/13/2019
© 2019 Mia J
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
Empress won’t impress
just to please
With a vendetta against aggression
she brings violence to its knees
Tiger striped thighs tantalise
though single handedly she
plays tonight
on a mission, led by zebra striped eyes
she rides the northern lights
Peace and presence, her only weapon
an Empress needn’t corruption to threaten
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 5:09 PM UTC
my hands looked young,
once.
worry ripped the skin on my nails
to bleeding shreds.
sadness and self-hate
sliced my wrists and arms.
work wore my hands to sandpaper.
my nails shortened.
my skin cried red tears.
my fingers became broken.
my palms became rough and calloused.
my hands are not the hands of a young girl's anymore,
nor are they the hands of a delicate flower.
they are the hands
of a strong woman.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
She’s happy
She’s lonely
No, she’s in between
She’s a mess,
Not the beautiful kind.
Not the thing that sparkles
She’s given up
No, just almost.
She’s broken things
She’s a whole lot of every pieces.
She tried to pieced it back,
She can’t.
Because she just can’t.
But she aspires.
She’s looking up, above.
Always waiting.
She’s got a Savior.
She’s one of the few who believed.
One day, she’ll shine,
And she’ll be one of the brightest.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
The day you hurt me
Was the day I realised
Life wasn’t all flowers and sunshine.
It wasn’t only the day
I learned how to hurt,
But how to live with the hurt,
And I thank you for it.
For making me the strong woman
I am today.
For making me,
Me.
Because of you
I am able to tell my self
That I deserve more.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
On a late foggy winter night,
Walking down the lane with a heavy mind
For it was December and celebrations were at hind,
Harrowing two years, all alone in the metro flew;
Sacrifices for those pennies, for a perfect Christmas back home.
All seemed so near while chatting with him, my plans
Never knowing it was soon to be my “black day”.
Soon to be punched, tossed and gnawed upon
To be jeered and taunted, thrown off like a rag doll,
All for a reason of being born:
For being in this world, born as a ‘girl’.
Oh! in that hell on Earth, with those savage beasts
All alone. Do ask them, didn’t I?
Did I not beg, fall at your feet, as you tore off my tee?
Didn’t I bawl as every atom of me revolted your entry?
Did I not plead for a water drop, as every ounce of my energy drained?
Slowly it hit me how I ceased being a human, more like a prop for them.
Desperately I fought that day, **** and on my own-
Losing battles for my pride and for justice one after another,
Lying down on the road, I did hope for Santa to come early that year
Wishing he would put another day in my ‘Christmas stocking’.
Just to show these cannibals — how it feels,
To be left of nowhere — Neither dead nor living for 13 long days.
I know I am a dying light, yet I wish someone would kindle it;
Awake the sleepy heads across the nation to fight-
For there are more “Nirbhayas” across the country and the world
Battling against many more shameless dastards
Wearing innocent angel like smile in the morning,
But as dusk sets in, the Lucifer returns to hunt.
Find them, **** them — no, it’s not for revenge,
It’s from the brave heart, a prayer-
For there shouldn’t be another me… not now and not ever.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
APN
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You threw it all away
Will be gone and forgotten
That's what you said
you run for your life
holding the promises you never got to keep
With open arms you staring into my heart
One more time
I remember how your touch used to feel like
How your hands warmed my night
You shout and shout and shout
Hoping I will jump into
I know better than to trust you
In the lonely night, I don't think of us anymore
I don't dream about colors and rainbow that once you brought
I don't see my old self no more
It's all should be gone and forgotten
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC