SHE'S A WARRIOR!

She is told that her body is a war zone;
that it's her duty to avoid wars from happening,
so she roams around the streets wearing full-body armours we call clothes.

She is told that her hands are made of cotton;
that they will tear with the weight of goals,
so she holds the threads of feminity with gentleness and caution.

// She is forced to believe that it will protect her. //

She is told she is one.
She is told she is no where.
She is told she is nothing.

But, she knows she's a warrior;
she's won all the wars on the battlefield they say her body is.

She knows she's stronger;
she's held the weight of her over-flowing achievements with the hands they say are made of cotton.

She knows she's one, she knows she's many.
She's told she's nowhere, she knows she's everywhere.
She's told she's nothing, she knows she's everything.