I see the world through eyes that are filtered through the stars,
With a mind, as vast as the sun.
And a soul with scars that mirror the craters on the moon.
My tears water the bullet holes in my heart,
Shot by those that do not understand.
For I am a lost one,
A strange one,
A healed one.
Climbing a mountain made of self-doubt and regret,
Conquering one hill at a time with chances and loss,
Where I fall on my face but get back up,
Rinse the dirt from my eyes,
And clean the scrapes off my chest,
For I am a warrior.
Made of steel,
Dented and misshapen but still standing tall.
For I am a proud woman,
Made in God’s image not man’s.
Strong enough to bear the future when my counterpart cannot,
Strong enough to be a proud type of humble,
Strong enough to be what I am told is wrong.
I am a woman,
Hear me roar.