Love has been there always.
Being a woman in a society like ours is a struggle
Out beauty is made our weakness
Our beauty leads to someone hurting us
Sold like merchandise.
Trade ourselves for the glitter.
Lose ourselves for the happiness of others.
Listening to our instincts should lead us to a better tomorrow.
Women rise and take your place
Fight for one anothers survival.
Kill for another woman.
Don't shine alone, shine with another her.
We become bleeding machines apart.