Some are Doctors, some are Lawyers.
Some are Stay At Home, Mothers.
Some, are Ladies of the night.
Others, choose to stay in School.
Broadening their Minds.
Knowledge is Power.
The World is run by girls of all kinds.
Some are stuck, on life's past chapters.
Their story, they are not quite yet ready
To leave Behind.
We all grow at different speeds,
And that's alright.
Healing takes time.
Some follow in their Parents footsteps,
Others choose to Explore their options
And walk their own Paths.
No matter how we are built,
In our own way, we are tough as nails.
The only thing that matters,
Is who you are Inside.
You have nothing to be ashamed of,
Nothing to hide.
We Own our Power.
We are who We want to Be.
Our Voices carry like a Lion,
Roaring with Ferocity.
Yell from the Rooftop!
Let Your Voice be Heard!
Close your eyes and ground yourself.
Become one with your Soul, as it
Fills with Peace.
Listen to the Sounds of the World
Around you, feel yourself lighten
As you are set free.
All Negativity, sorrow, pain,
Fear and worry tumble off
Of your shoulders.
It takes All types of People,
To run the World.
Nobody does it better, than us Girls.
We are Strong, independent,
Qualified, resilient, worthy.
We come in all Shapes, SiZeS and
Colours.
We can do anything that we set our minds to.
Sisterhood.
A bond like no other.
Us girls, always stay fiercely
Protective of one another.
When your Fellow sister,
Can't see the Light.
Lie down by their side,
During their darkest times.
At the end of the day,
How you treat Others
Leaves a mark on their heart.
Be the helping hand to
Fellow Sisters, that you once
Wished Someone had been to You.
Most importantly, to Yourself always
Stay true.
Because, no one runs the World better than
Us Girls.
- Alexandra Pierotti.
Easy to read poetry for positive vibes, well mindedness and an overall happy life.
Tuesday, July 9, 2024
Who Run The World? GIRLS!
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