Poem I wrote for Empower Her magazine
The fire became her
We were told to sit tight and listen
To bite our tongue and to swallow the weight
To be soft, to be kind, and to behave
To suffer in grace, then call it virtue
And Oh! When we dared misstep
They blamed it on us being women
A curse, they said
Like it was embedded in our being
So listen well, those who do not know:
No force more unyeilding,
Than a woman who knows her value
It would not be easy
Cuz oh Yeah, I've known the blame
I too searched someone to blame
Someone to love, to save and fix me
Someone to lift me from my sorrow
But stars didn't answer,
And the fate didn't give a damn
None came, none saw, and so i fought alone
Bruised, broken, staring at the ceiling
every night a wish to end it all
But deep inside, something growled
A whisper, a command
"stand confront and repair"
And so to all who standing weary,
I say this "Stand"
Not for the crowd, nor the applause
Not for the glory
But for the one who's waiting for your victory
Ain't out there - it's in the mirror
So carry your burden and climb the hill
And no... It won't be easy
To seek meaning and the purpose of your being
It won't be given to you, nor will you stumble upon it
For it's forged in fire, tempered in agony
And the only way out? Is THROUGH
So move forward, in to unknown, even in to the fear
For the wings that you seek
Are held by the abyss you dare not face
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