We carry storms behind calm eyes,
and stitch tomorrow from today.
They call us fragile—yet we rise,
unbroken in our quiet way.
Our voices bloom where silence stood,
our steps rewrite the ground we tread.
We are the fire, the fierce, the good—
the living words they feared and said.
So hear us now,
both wild and wise:
the world begins where we begin.
A thousand truths within our cries—
Aren’t we women?
Yes, we’ve always been
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Ashayla (
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A wonderful poem of unity and strength. I love the line "the world begins where we begin" so true in that every living soul is birthed by a mother. Nicely done
Some - like every other category of human it is possible to devise.
Otherwise I found it easy to engage with, and enjoyed it very much.
well done
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