Behenchara

WOMXN By thewordsshefelt

 

 

The struggle of womanhood runs through my veins

The fight of my ancestors,

Their anger is my anger.

I fight for me

And I fight for them.

The rage of a thousand generations held in the palm of her hand,

Squeezing; blood trickles down the side.

Her mighty head held up on her strong shoulders,

Why should she be ashamed?

With her back straight and arms poised,

She yells.

She is a woman.

She will not be silenced.

 

Bio: I am a 20 year old literature student and an aspiring poet

IG: @Thewordsshefelt 

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