There are women who cry
Late at night
Night owls
Who wish to die
Can't close their eyes,
Ever.
Never will sleep again
Awaken by their nightmares
And the reality of world
Guilty of the crime
Of not being a man
There are luckier ones,
Those who sleep
Through the same thunders
Or diffierent ones,
Oh
All the same struggle
Of womanhood:
All against one of these ladies.
There are women who fight alone,
But her fight
Should have been ours
And my fights
Should be yours too
I am a lot of us
In a man's world
Surviving alone
But soon
Thriving as a whole.
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Shadowy lines
PoetryA little bit of poetry For my first published work on Wattpad, I wanted it to be something I'm comfortable with. I have been writing poems for years, and it feels right to publish some of my latest before my stories. I used to write in French, mostl...
