She A flower bloomed once upon a time, And was told to look pretty and smile, Forbidden to let her petals shine, She slowly felt the need to resign. Her beauty was truly unmatched, And her grace was far from scratched, But her thorns would grow weaker, With every blow would sink deeper. The beautiful flower was a She, As real as you and me, As strong as heroes from mythology, But always fell victim to misogyny. The tale I write goes further than the stars, And is bled through tears and scars, For the world She holds so close to her heart, Is the one making sure to destroy her art. I knew flowers that outmatched the skies, With joy and hope shining within their eyes, With the power to hold lives in their wombs, And the strength to nurture them till they bloom. So don’t you dare tell me She isn’t strong, Don’t you dare disrespect her because you’re wrong, The world revolves around her empathy, She’ll love everyone, even her enemy. History showed her no mercy, Abuse, silence and sorcery, She was Made the reason for Adam’s fall, But even He realized that She was his all. She is love, respect and security, She is mother, sister and family, She was made the greatest She could ever be, In everything she is and isn’t, she is SHE.
Chloé Kayrouh