A glass of thought with my lunch
Hello to all of my illustrious women. Sometimes I consider myself to be rather gifted at writing poems. I wouldnt dare label myself a poet..POET WITH A BLUE DRESS BLUE DRESS BLUE DRESS, POET WITH A BLUE DRESS ON!!
Eyes like a stormy sky
Dancing through this midnight life
Whispers from the wind I hear
I'm just a woman, I have no roar.
Walking down the beaten path
High heels, a skirt, and a glamorous past
A beautiful mess with a heart so pure
I am a woman, I have a roar
I don't need flowers
Nor dinners atop the fancy towers
All I need are my pockets full of dreams
And my love to grow with all I see.
As my hands are clenched in fists of glory
My soul cries for the women who fought for equality
Watch from the Heavens as we soar
We are women, hear us roar.