Rain drops trickled down her wounds.
Drops of mercy from mother earth, she’s used to being exploited.
She stared sadly at the fingers pointed…
Fingers pointed back at her, for the pain she endured.
She prayed to hope, asking to be cured.
She faced sleepless nights.
Struggled with countless internal fights.
Whispering to herself everyday.
Take this pain away…
His face, his grip, his demonic gaze.
Conjured up FEAR to run at her highest pace.
I stand here safe.
But scared of an ill fate.
I refuse to live like this.
I refuse for all of those woman to live like this.
Scarred and dead, sent to the abyss.
With the greatest intention, I ask the universal laws of fate.
Allow ourselves to conjure up our own fate.
I only wish for a law that’s fair.
The only thing that should burn is her fiery hair.
Rise up my wonder woman.
May we CONQUER all men that seek to be our ruin.
Rape, gender based violence, abused woman; this world is burning and so are her soldiers. A woman’s empathy is not weakness but strength. Find it in your heart to feel another’s pain.I hope that whoever you are reading this, regardless of your gender identity take some initiative to empower woman. Peace and love to you.
-from, a woman.
Purple Empaths 