Addled she was, cladding spears in
Bosom, with fear and perturbation
Conglomerating around her heart, smothering
Dulcet medley of lilting life.
Empathy froze in eyes of ignorance
For taboos imbued the nous in greys
Gainsaying reality to best she could, yet
Hideous it became with each passing day
In dull moments of despise and disdain
Jouncing she was betwixt life and death,
Knop nugatory maligned her fate
Lone she felt in the battles ahead
“My dear girl you are not the first
Nor you’ll be the last, many are treading
On this path, redefining paradigms of
Pulchritude, Grace and Womanhood
Quash the qualms and face the world
Refute the myths, resolve to heal, and reclaim life
So what if you’re playing against
The odds, aren’t we all doing the same
Uncertainty is virtue of life
Verily, every story has pain in rife, yet
We all wade through these quagmires in
Xebecs of care, hauled by Zephyrs of love
Your fight my love is tougher than ours
Zap it, for femininity spells strength for all
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