By Sheen Khurdi
I'm a woman of words
I'm a woman of works
Don't need nothing
Don't need nobody
I can smile for myself
However broken within
Quivering, whimpering
Cold and scarred
Shattered, bleeding
Insides marred
Curse me, use me
I'm made of stone
But you will only see
The serenading bird
I'm a woman of words
I'm a woman of works
Earning seconds of love
Yearning for so much more
Thumping, breathing
Expecting beyond
Shades of grey
More than black and white
My face is red
My hands shy and weak
My heart the temple
My mind cant tweak
As nimble as it may all seem
My knees still rock strong to steer
I'm a woman of words
I'm a woman of works
The clutter of whispers
The shadow of nerves
Follow me around
Wherever I go
Escape it not
Even if you hide
Embrace the sham
The way of life
Beaten, tired
Given up long
Yet I fight all your wars
Yet my sword glimmers unscarred
I'm a woman of words
I'm a woman of works
I pray for nothing
I care for none
And yet I bleed
When you ask
Yet I kneel
Whenever called
All I need
Is a little love
All I heed
Is more than deserved
I am that woman
Who keeps my word.
By Sheen Khurdi
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