Pro-Women's Rights
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Dear Womanhood,
Thank you for your strength
For teaching me to hold my head high
For giving me the will to fight
Dear Womanhood,
You have made me cry
Once upon a time,
In a world gray and blue
Lived an orphan,
A blossoming youth,
With golden hairs,
And deep blue eyes,
But rough, burnt skin,
And a foreign smile.
She wanted more.
She wanted more for herself than just to be an underwater princess.
She wanted a life.
She needed a normal human life.
She went to make a deal with a witch.
A land invaded by Europeans
Soil soaked with the blood of the Natives and Slaves
Immigrants come in droves to get the great American Dream
The will of man does not dictate
That which runs through his fingers
A life is has their own right
To decide and act
Yet pressure falls
On those who need it least
In a trying time without comfort
In school we were taught
That America is Freedom
And justice is for all.
We learned the First Amendment
The founding fathers listed
from a wilted whisper
to a unyielding yell
you've forced my hand
i won't back down anymore.
I am strong
for nine months, I carry the gift sent from heaven
I nurture and care without greed
I am the roots of the fine yong men that take charge
