She is empowered.
She is dignified.

In every soul of woman you can find.
Despite the scars, she conquered,
surpassed the chaos but remained unshattered.

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Society molds her with restrictions,
But never lived life limiting her options.
She is the epitome of change,
that no one can rage.

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She lost on many wars,
battled from pain.
Giving out what she has,
hoping for better days.

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And when she finally rose, she rose slowly,
gathering all the energies and avoiding shiny pennies.
And when she stood, she stood boldly,
confidently facing her lifelong enemies.

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And when she learned how to thrive,
she desists the idea of prejudice.

That loathes her and becomes a prey when she only stands for justice.
And in the death of her reputation she felt truly alive.