The Female Warrior
Who. Am. I?
I'm the girl you observe
marching through the molten black turmoil
with a torch that ignites the scope of dark
burning a fire from the depths of her soul
that ingests corruption.
People dwell in their pits of hallucination
extant in empty lives filled with empty desires
Nomads in a world of deception.
The people that refer superiority over God himself
How their scientific predictions can determine an earthquake
yet come the time of disaster they are consumed like ants in its phenomenae.
Their vision so blinkered, their minds so vacant
Love? You say you know love?
Ruminate this my friend...
You have found love in wild sexual exploits
you have found love in crimson roses and romantic exchanges
wooed and charmed by superficial gestures.
But this love that has struck flame within me
Is a raging inferno...yet a soothing zephyr
A love of wisdom
much richer, much deeper
beyond the narrow horizon through which your eyes perceive
I'm the girl whose blood runs with determination like electric charges
You depend on slips of meaningless paper to attain your quest for happiness?
Nay. I will walk with a humble gaze, and allow happiness to envelope my heart.
I will walk in rags and patches if need be
but I will never fall prey to the devious hawk of material.
Whilst you cling to life O' Misguided Friend
to your face-lifts and derma masks
I will live, learn and breathe
and when my time is up
Wallahi, I will await my Creator... with a smile.
So who am I?
I'm the woman of delicate steel
A body finespun with equal fragility
and equal strength
I'm The Female Warrior
on the battlefield of life...
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