It is she who can never be defined. she defied odds. Refined words. Walk tall my women walk proud. You are the pride of the prideless hope of the hopeless life to those lifeless u are the voice of the voiceless. A remembrance to those forgotten. An ancient song unsung a folklore yet untold you unfolded.. Though you shake you never fall tremble yet never crumble. From the dust and ashes black rose you rise. From the dark corners of humanity women you shine from the sharp edges of insanity you stand unafraid of being you...a women you are...
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