The Birth of a Warrior

She roams, lost in the streets

a hollow casket of who she used to be.

How is it acceptable, robbing girls of their virtue?

Stripping them of their dignity,

regardless of their choices and decisions.

They just take it,

taste it,

bruise it.

Claiming lands that aren’t theirs,

ripping their clothes, leaving them bare. Continue reading “The Birth of a Warrior”