June 2018
Tell me you looked at me and didn't see a woman.
A warrior in my own right, there's a reason you shrink away when I rise.
Like the sun, I am celestial.
We are mystical, heavenly, and when we align, the world hushes over and watches in awe and deadly silence because our presence demands respect like only the most powerful beings can.
We are the unbreakable.
When the sky can no longer hold itself up, a woman steps in. She hoists the load up easily, because her whole life, she has carried the burden and weight of womanhood.
Women are lovers, women are fighters, women are magical, and if you give her your heart, she'll give you meaning.
We are just as capable.
Never forget that.
YOU ARE READING
The Unfinished
Poetry"Justice to my words." The unsaid thoughts that bloom feverishly. An ongoing journey of one person's love and her reflections as time passes.
