Nothing Violent, Nothing Porn, Nothing Obscene and NOTHING HORROR ;)
NB: If I stop visiting, it is because the current obsession with the OCCULT does not sit well with my sensibilities.
NB: The same applies to Porn themes and Sexual Perversion.
ԑ̮̑✿ɜ STRONG WOMAN ԑ̮̑✿ɜ
Who am I by definition?
That depends on whose definition, doesnt it?
Do you define me? Do you have the right to?
Why must I be defined? For I am an enigma!
A miracle in progress I am,
An amazing & magnificent metamorphosis...
A gradual emergence of self-
Like a butterfly in a field of possibilities
I follow my heart...
A heart which honours my feminine instincts
And yields to the exploration of new and varied interests,
As I reserve this right...
The right to change my mind.
Who dictates what my true worth is?
And what measuring line can determine the extent of my strengths?
Who has eyes to peer into my soul and assess my potential?
Is it not I? I with the true insight into my being?
I...who can unravel before your eyes
The beauty of who I am!
A woman I am...I walk proud and tall
I look you in the eye and acknowledge your presence,
Your right to be master of your own space
Even as I am mistress of mine.
I respect your views, your opinions,
But I am not compelled to embrace them.
For I am gifted
With thoughts and ideas that may differ from yours.
When my heart speaks...It will be heard.
I will stand up for my right to stand up.
I will defend my passions & those of others.
I will not cower.
I am not alone...
For a path has been carved out before my feet-
A path by those who walked before me,
Who bore the burdens of oppression
While the spirit within their infinite souls
Worked out their victory!
Ohh how softly that victory was won!
What a legacy I have inherited!
To bear fruit...
To nurture a planet...
To adorn with a wreath of respect the head of her man.
To be the heart that beats in his chest,
The secret of his success!
I am strong because I am happy!
My body is my temple, God is my Creator;
For I am perfect!
Yes, perfect for my purpose in this beautiful life that I live.
I bring sunlight to the dark places,
And beautiful colours to the heads that bow low.
I stand by you...and you take on the world.
Does this make me happy?
You bet it does! OK, fine...so my tears flow easily,
And my heart breaks a thousand times-
Does this make me weak?
Why? Is a flower any less beautiful because
Its petals are fragile, or its stalk slender?
Take a closer look!
I may sob through a night...or three,
But I am up with the birds,
Taking on the challenge of tomorrow.
I embrace my friends who help me
Laugh through the tears,
Work through my insecurities,
And find my balance.
I do not give up...I cannot give up!
Why should I? Does the sun not rise still?
Do the stars not shine still?
Dont the horses run free still?
Is the sky not blue still?
Does the world not live still?
Do hearts not heal still?
Even with my soft femininity, I am strong!
I am strong for myself..
I am strong for my children..
I am strong for my mother, my father..
I am strong for the weak..
I am strong for my man..
I am strong without a man..
For all life that thrives under the sky
I am a strong woman.
© Poesia Romantica (QuoraBella)