Being a Woman, Whispers Madurez

In a black-birth she was reborn again

Black for all these negative intentions

Black for each time she was held down

Removal of this inocencia, it’s spoken so highly

This vessel isn’t possible for such a world

Being in a wasted-place

Her imperfect-birth teaches her to be a Mujer

imperfect-birth teaching, testing her

Many men that are in her life aren’t able to hold her down

In her youth she always fell for their promesas

Skystone shines showing her into being a woman

Being a women had led to madurez

Looking at her old vessel a niña

Niña with starry-eyed notions

Now she has collected awareness

Awareness of false promesas
Awareness of bad intenciones

Aware she is not tied to decisions made by others

Being a woman whispers,

Trust in us, not them.