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The Daughter of War by Kyna_Inkweaver
I am the daughter of war.
I learned ferocity from Sekhmet.
On Nike's wings, my soul soars.
Armed, I march with mother Bastet.
Dear Lady Freya came before,
But my boots, knock down your door.
Matron Athena, Wisdom taught,
With that wit, won battles fought.
Durga too, she marked me well,
Now my visage quiets hell.
To Queen Boudicca Rally cry,
Me, my sword, and fury fly.
I've said this once, and I'll say once more.
I am the daughter of war.
This one was one that felt good to write down. I was having a rough night last night, and when this one came out, I was definitely needing to define who I am. I might be a woman, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak or frail.
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P.S. No real comments. Well thought out poem there.
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GreatestWriterOnThePlanet
You're like the "we can do it!" girl.
muscular pose!