Sadness In Her Eyes
She is a warrior more fierce than you can comprehend
With every day she prepares for the wars waged as the battle drums ascend
Her Armour thickened by the double edged sword of the enemy
Her eyes a blaze, focused on nothing but her will to conquer eternally
Her face adorned by the veneers she carries, each unique for the battle at her feet
Peer a shard closer, touch a part within, share her anguish of the blood shed street
She is a fighter always she shall rise
No matter the gravity of the sadness in her eyes
The warrior of life, Always ready, always alert
Seemingly unguarded as her pure blood merges with dirt
Each blow taking more from her bruised frame
Strength and sadness hand in hand, Love the only savior of her Name
She is a woman, one in every girl, dormant, unknowing in training for her first conquer
A warrior in the making each piece of her armor becoming stronger
Every woman part of their own elite of the broken and masters of trade
Warriors of life, Warriors of Love. True to her purpose Self Made.
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