The Strength of a Certain Woman
Living her life like a maiden,
honing her skills until she's broken.
An untitled woman for the rest of her life,
carrying her burden to the end of time.
Living her life like a widow,
nothing broke through her window.
Cast such spell to see her broke down and cry,
nothing's change cause never she yield nor cry.
Living her life like a soldier,
taking arms to make some measure.
Biting others dust beneath her curving breast,
staring the picture until she hurt her chest.
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