Rooster crows,

she’ll kiss her own forehead

with a smile,
Purging her soul from

the deep scars of yesterday.

Armed with self love, and brute 
conviction towards her craft,
She was no match for any army.
Not even those that shot her down
yesterday. Those who numbed her
spirit in cold dark prisons.
“A roman legion can’t stop me.
The poisonous tongue can’t derail
me from my ascension, even if
you bite deeply into my skin.”

I have seen wild flowers grow
ferociously through slippery walls
into Kings palaces, but you’re a
different breed of a wild flower;
coiling yourself around untested
territories, & edge of mountains.

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