Battle angel
A scar runs down her face,
Blood trickling down the space.
The wound might be new, but the fight is old,
Was this how her story was supposed to unfold?
woman
Her beauty
They don’t see her heart,
They just see her face.
She always does her part,
Without any disgrace.
Who is she?
She says she is fearless.
Is she really?
Deep down she has an ongoing battle
With her fears.
The independent woman
Blessed the woman
Who stands on her own two feet.
A special soul
Who fights for her beliefs