Woman, you are made of glass they say with a laugh.
Woman, you are fragile they say while locking her shackle.
Woman, you cannot amount to anything greater than I they cry.
They strut away, assured she's broken now willing to obey.
The woman conformed to a cast of darkness.
Or so they thought
I will rise, her inner self whispers
I will soar, her heart beats to her
This world will know what I created for, her mind shouts
Yes, she was made of glass.
Yes, she looked fragile.
No, she was not limited by they're standard.
light beams from the cast of darkness
Shackles can no longer keep her bound
They were wrong.
They turn in fearful awe.
What's In front of them?
You see Woman, she was was a prism for light. inside her was a fire. Once ignited brilliant colors radiated from her.
She was designed with purpose. Those who saw her, saw:
joy, for sadness
hope, replacing despair
peace, battling anxiety
love for the broken
They didn't understand, She brought illumination to blinded beings