• azentra 2w

    #flow To the warrior queen in you. Wear that crown high, you deserve it. Every century has its own version of what's medieval.

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    She sat there in the auto-rickshaw,
    Her hair ruffled,
    Her skin grimy.
    But she was no ordinary woman,
    Everyone could see,
    Her eyes told a story of fire,
    That flowed in her veins,
    Her spirit,
    That gleamed through her skin,
    Shone brightly,
    Behind the dirt and tangled hair,
    That came from the battles she had fought & won,
    Like a warrior.
    She didn't just sit there.
    No. She rode the modern chariot,
    For she was queen.
    And she always will be.
    ©azentra