A part of me often goes back to those girlie days
When I defined life a little differently
Truth changes its colour when I relive
those nebulous moments in the wake of clarity
That’s when my blurry vision reveals power...
The power of thoughts to distain distant reality.
I was an ordinary girl living around mundane events
Perhaps born to procreate, do purposeless chores
And die on a day realizing that I was indeed alive
That’s when world would celebrate the true meaning
of womanhood caged by my body; defined by power...
The power of a man sketched by his desires.
I am a woman born a million times, from extinction
My story is not for sale, with spice and violence
I am the reverberation from history’s silence
Reborn on fiery spring days, hewing legacy with no ideals
While the cosmos fills me with power...
The power of the creator to Be Complete.
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