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Everyone told the little girl, “womanhood is divine,” But no one saw the scars carved beneath her spine. Red marks below her breast from bra's elastic and lace, A monthly red war etched across her face. She bleeds in silence, yet is told to smile, Sit with grace, hide the pain, and act fine awhile. She writes her exams through the stabbing cramps, Still the world thinks she’s made just for ramps. Her clothes become society’s claim, But she says, “F** it,”* and run towards her aim.
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
"Entering The Womenhood"
A woman dragged to court by her hair, on her red tide — torn and insulted — hey you, look at her, and wipe your tears. Was it blood or silence that spilled over her destiny, chained her soul to the weight, left to pain all alone? Her five souls stayed mute — for whose sake? Whose verdict was her fate? Whose vengeance was her life? Who takes the blame for her pain? Whose ego made her scars? Men chose. Men fought. Men gambled. But — who was stripped? Who got hurt? Who bore the injustice? She — Draupadi — her tears, her strength, her wisdom — shook the whole world like a storm. Her rage, her wounds, her curse — set fire to Kurukshetra. She was the fire never meant to be unlit . She was the mind that housed the might. She got struck by fate, but strengthened by faith. Her face — as beautiful as the ocean, her eyes — shining like pearls, her hair — like the waves; with unfathomable strength. Echoing her power across generations, praising her alluring soul — isn't this the time to unleash the Draupadi in you?
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
The Fire-Borne Princess
She not only shattered the glass ceiling, she killed her captors with the glass. The little shards left from the explosion expertly found their way into the hearts of every founding member of the patriarchy. To every founding member that ever dared to doubt her. The glass shuddered against her bare feet, cowering at her power. Her invincibility finally replacing her invisibility. There she was in all her glory, present at all the board meeting, head CEO in a field where women where secretaries and mothers. There she was, finally on her own. If we didn't count the few dead bodies in the room. "Brutal"...she thought. That life had forced a seemingly sweet woman to shed her "natural" loving instructs in lieu of such violence. Little did they understand, she'd never known love in the first place.
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
The Tragedy of the Glass Ceiling
Look girl, remind yourself that you're beautiful because not everybody is going to prove it to you. Look miss elegant, you're so intelligent that nobody else could believe it. Now quit acting dumb then you just might learn some. Look sister, get yourself together, forget about your mistakes, after all the risks you take. Move on with your life and everything will be alright. Look girly, You're stronger and smarter than your ex boyfriend. Never let a man tell you that you're worthless, weak, and simple. Listen girl, nobody said it was going to be easy I know it's hard to avoid mistakes, temptation, and depression. It's about time you change your ways after what you've learned your lesson today.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Look Girl!
she was a Mess a mess that looked so Brilliant but Also so Genuine that when people looked at her all they saw was a Mastermind behind that Bad *** body.    she was a Wild One.
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
A wild One