Made From War and Peace
What is a woman, in your words?
Women were of Earth. They were endurance and they were patience. Women were fertile wombs of Earth, bearing scars from the work of others but forced to provide anyway as a fault of a caring heart. Muscles thick like vines smoothed over bones and caressed the ocean of their eyes. A shield was unknown to those who looked over rather than in.
Many years of toil hung heavy on young shoulders that carried more than they should. A fight that would never stop. The burden of many understood by few: Ignorance blessed by testosterone and false knowledge.
What made them strong, however much they were trampled on, was fighting the influence. Not giving in and continuing to protect what they could. Be it their rights, their body, or their opinions.
See, there was a loophole not many knew: Women were made of War and Peace.
They would fight until they could hold their peace tight to their chest.
For Women, as much as they were of Earth, held a piece of space tightly within their bosom.
The undying intensity of a star burned bright and was not easily extinguished.
This is not a real chapter, though can be taken as such, this was a venting session for me. Feel free to answer the question above. Fun fact, this story was made out of my frustrations and my definition of the word Woman. Normally I wouldn't put my opinions to the public because they are my own and I know there are those who disagree, and I respect that. What I do not respect is the loss of opinion. What I do not respect is the loss of rights: A woman's body is her own. For those who are hurt by what the states are trying to pass be strong. Women have fought for their rights more than once, and this is nothing new, we must persevere and remain unyielding. Stay safe sis.
The real chapter will be out within the next few days so stay tuned!
