You breathe life into this earth, but you’re still suffocating.
Fire and ice don’t compare to you, but yet you get scorched by so many.
This is unfair to society.
Who will take care of the very being meant to cater to our future.
The strength within your grip is gentle.
Who knew?
They assume your lips were poisoned, but yet they still kiss them.
Attempting to seal the exit.
Trapping the words that are meant to set you free.
And with no help you still beat the odds.
Who knew?
Those permanent scars weren’t just there for show.
It serves as a permanent reminder of who stays and who goes.
Who knew that woman is the definition of concrete penetrated by a rose?