If poetry was a person
She would look like a woman
Who wears her pain like a crown
As if telling the world
Being a woman
Is the ultimate gift
From the universe.
Head up in the clouds
Feet firm on the ground,
Like a candle in the wind
Drifting through storms
And still waters,
She's a woman
Who's more than sugar and spice
She got steel for bones
And a heart of fire and ice,
She wears her scars on her sleeves
And has seen
The world from different angles
Nothing will bring her down.
© Amsterdam 01.26.26