She is a Temple

Wed, 09/14/2016 - 09:51 -- mamador

With grace,
You demolish preconceived notions
of what a woman is or can be.

Limitations are near specks of dust in the mountains of rumble you climb,
leading others
from where they're feet have been planted too long.

Ontop the mountain you have overcome,
You build yourself a temple.
You captivate and exsentuate every inch of what it means to be a woman.

No word nor action of theirs can dethrown you.

Have they forgotten?

You are your own temple.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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