Within the folds of her
Creased, eroded forehead
Lies a strong character
That refuses to bend
When her chances were clipped
By the misogynists
Beneath her gloomy eyes
Lies the genesis of
Great power and force to
Tame the roaring tempest
Fighting the old stigma
Ever, to carve her niche
In between her curled lips
She controls her sharp words
Who asks her sanctity?
Don’t infer her silence
As acceptance, if urged
She can ruin your life
Now she is not ashamed
Of her ashen pallor
She has embraced her flaws
To stave off the vile notes
Revolted and questioned
The value of colour
Amidst the eloquent
Speech and hard-hitting lines
She led a firm crusade
To empower women
Against the prejudiced
Evil society
There’s a paradigm shift
The way girls are treated
They praise the veiled beauty
Of soul and her spirit
They value her deep thoughts
An object, she’s no more!
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Connect with Penmancy:
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She has a penchant for writing since she was a teenager
She squeezes in time between work and her kid
She joined the group as she loves to write and read
With a little encouragement and support
She wants to soar high in the privileged company of cohort
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