YOU ARE WOMAN

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Super woman
Everyday you wear your cape and save your world!
Lovely woman
Everyday is your day!
You have conquered and still conquering
You have survived
The things that didn't kill you, didn't make you stronger
It made you phenomenal, Invincible!
Find peace in your conquests
Joy in your triumphs
Wear your scars like stars
Let it shine bright in your darkest days
And when the voice of disbelief, and doubt, and intimidation ring loud
Shut it with your determination and convictions
When they say they never knew you could
Tell them you knew
For You are woman
Warrior
Original
Magnificent
Alpha
Not defined by any standard.


Written By Chigozie Chukwu Ike

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