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The fairer sex is what she's called. A struggle
to begin.
For in a world where man is king it's difficult
to win.
But tenderness and nurturing are not to
be misread.
A strength and power to rule the world lie
in her pretty head.
Sometimes
her magic's camouflaged, she doesn't know
it's there.
Caught up in daily mindless tasks, to
dream she doesn't dare.
Adversities and challenges are always
in her way.
And yet she knows it's possible to change
her life one day.
Every
stone she stumbles on and every time she
falls,
It puts her where she's meant to be -
appears like blocks and walls.
And yet it is another door in spite of
what it seems,
A lesson waiting to be learned; a gateway
to her dreams.
Sometimes
she must remind herself, the sun comes
up each day.
And even in the darkest night, the moon
will light her way.
No rainbow comes without the storm and
peace may come with wars.
And in her heart she knows she'll win
if she keeps opening doors.
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