Our daughters are made of blood from stars,
Stardusts running through their veins, light spreading through their brains.
She would shine bright and gentle as she does even if the sky roars with thunder and carry lightning in his arms,
For she have read fables of princes and kings slaying dragons.
But she is the queen of the fairytale you didn't read because, this is no tale and she is no angel. She is dangerous and rule the damn empire. She created histories fighting battles and riding saddles.
What are thunder and lightning for our fearless daughters who carry all the catastrophe in their fingertips? "She fears no monsters as she sees .For all she sees are the dogs trying to scare unmindful that all this time, the monster has been her."