Dedicated to all women everywhere.

May those around you see glory when they see you

Her lips are sugar and seasoned spice.

Her tongue is hot pepper.

Her words are oxygen in your breath.

Her fingers are iron sunshine.

Her dreams are alive and fierce

Her countenance is grace,

She wears her strength in different ways.

Her hair is the crown on her head,

Her very being is like the wind,

She blows steadily, but can howl forcefully.

She feels everything.

Her steps are sure-footed

She walks broken roads.

She gives life in her stride.

She’s still walking. See her glide.

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