Beautiful fighter

Beautiful fighter

ywoodsynot


She sat there many a thoughts on her mind

None greater then the next for each had to wait

Figuring out what to wear, who to call and what to do
Always looking at an invisible clock the moment her flower took bloom
Taking each day in stride, some bad some good

Smiling in the mirror ever so slightly

She thought why am I misunderstood

Glancing back one more time, her hand reaching for the door

Seeing the reflections of her youth ubiquitously around her yet her future self ever so present in the minds eye

Wiping the mascara from her face
An internal river always flowing

She realized the lies men tell are all the same yet she pushes on with far greater strength
Resiliency specially grafted into her DNA

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