The hand-cuffs that SHE bears....the flight that she is ready to flare!

                                               

THEREAFTER...

Why is she coiled up?

Winded up in these trenches

Trapped in these mind sets

Bottled inside the dirty pits

Pits of rubbish psych; confinements

Hands seeking for help

Screams soliciting purity

Dignity blazing the fire within

Character picturing a solemn soul

The evil shall not linger 

Go search yourself; Search yourself

amidst the viscous spirits

You're purity will pave it's way

Go search yourself; Search yourself

even the strong shall bow

masculinity shattering

Go search yourself; Search yourself

For the world knows the withheld

For the world knows...

The vigor of her spoken

The combat to her battles

The shield of her armor

The routing of her victory

The might in her sword

The sight of her hoard!

Keep smiling:)

Peace prevails...