While crown eagles circled the skies
out on life\'s open road
her spirit\'s harkened
in the rains of yesterdays\' desires
It has run the length
of a tomorrow\'s expectations
It has journeyed the detours
of hopes delayed
It has travelled the picturesque miles
and like fine wine
emerged refined, wisdom gains
of disappointments and strife
Femicide no man has survived
and like a work of oriental art
before the table of her oppressors
lethal cowards in men\'s cloaks,
open as the road, her destiny
today unfolds
as whirlwinds bow
to her inner knowing
Written in the stars,
descending a lineage of sheroes
she\'s the rising incense
in the corridors of dreams
elusive and devoid of gravity
in the adversity suspending vacuum,
fortitude, propels her liberal rebirth
of a people\'s awakening
Her one hand curtails the storm behind
while the other rocks the cradle of peace
Redefining a defiance, vivid
in the proceeding rainbow, She
is a woman
of immortal essence