Warrior women

A warrior princess 
With golden armor 
And an aluminum core 
Told me to keep my anger 

Let it boil and let it rise 
Until the steam hits your tongue 
And when they chime how you’re too young 
Breathe fire from your soul 

Let your words be the embers 
Fallen at their feet
Don’t let your tears put out heat 
Watch it burn slowly 

Warrior goddess princess – queen 
With armor that’s both palpable and strong 
Teaches me how my anger is passion 
And my directness is professional 
Shows me that saying no is not being disagreeable 
Just as crying is not weak or womanly 
But humanly 

These lessons I know to be true 
If they are the only facts that I’ll ever know
Because warrior goddess princess queen
Is what I see

In tide pools on sunny days 
And when her gaze meets mine 
Mouth in a straight line – not smiling to appease the masses 
My own reflection floods the frame 
 

Maria

VT

19 years old

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