With nothing held behind my tongue,
I’ll speak to you in truth, not run,
not whisper words behind your back
like those who hide what they all lack.
I meet your gaze, I stand sincere,
for lies with me won’t persevere.
You met me wounded, frail, undone,
a time when I had nearly none,
no strength, no light, just shadows deep,
a soul that barely dared to keep.
Yet I arose, I claimed my flame,
and now I stand, restored, untamed.
A woman like me,
she loves, she stays,
forgives, yet never fades away.
With teeth she fights for what is true,
for all she holds, for all she knew,
while in her burns life’s vivid fire,
an endless, fierce, unbroken pyre.
A woman like me,
she breathes in grace,
yet keeps her scars in a sacred place,
not to erase what once has been,
but as a map of where she’s been,
each mark a path, each wound a sign
of roads once carved by pain and time.
You look at me, yet fail to see
the depth of strength inside of me.
So hear me now, my dear, take heed,
before you stands a stronger breed.
