Cadence of her writing was despair
Doldrums played the rhythm of her life
She bathed in tears, and wore necklace of woes
Wore blood as lipstick, slut shaming as makeup
Garbed in that gown of liberty, she walked away
from all the betrayals and lies from people around
She stopped running, and started walking
step by step, one by one, teensy-weensy
she became her and her only more and more
her history dotted she stood proud looking back
She is a woman of substance
She will always be
Defy patriarchy
EmbraceĀ benevolence
set her free, accept her flaws
and she will be there always
always as her
but only her

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