Every woman has a story-
A story of her own-
Hidden behind her smile,
And confines to her heart.
A tale written in quiet glances,
In pauses between words,
In the strength it takes
To rise again, unheard.
She carries storms in silence,
And sunshine in her eyes,
Balancing the weight of worlds
While learning how to fly.
Her dreams may be folded
Like letters never sent,
But still, they burn bright
With fierce intent.
Not all battles leave bruises,
Not all queens wear crowns,
But every woman holds a universe
That can’t be broken down.
Know, it’s more than grace;
It’s the echo of survival,
Etched across her face.
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