Such a day will exist.
When you'll simply share a piece of your heart with words and not their thinking it's aimed at someone or thing in exact.
When you'll simply post your lover and not bother about their immediate thoughts.
When you'll embrace your femininity without their objectifying you like some manikin they presume to own.
When they'll understand that your kind can actually run an empire and not second guess in the back of their minds if its foundation is stable in the first place.
When you can vacay by the white sands and really feel nature without overthinking about their thinking wherever their phony selves are ogling from.
When you can just be the queen and not bother fixing your crown because no one tampered with its position.
It almost sounds like some heaven in this kind of world, but you do know there are little heavens in this kind of world right...
So yeah. Such a day will exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem